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Oh, the Holidaze & Confused of the Usonian Empire, circa Galactic Year Twenty (20), and what a time it is, to be sure.
Pictured cat furr goblin gravy addict watching dramatic bit of BR2049. Now in threeedeee…!
Between work schedules and holidaze obligations we’ve had a time just catching our breath, knowing that a week later everything is just going to stop like a train going off a cliff. Oh, look! It’s…January! Eh??…ahhhhhhhhh-*!*
The Sun has about 22 GY’s left to it before the Big Bloatage swallows up everything out to Mars’ orbit (ish), making for an interesting time around Jupiter & Co., BTW — It would be nice if we got our shid together a little before that. Call it my personal holiday wish; ‘demand’ is too strong a word.
Odd coincidence the ☀️ Sun ☀️ being middle-aged, I mean it's been that way for a long minute, but I am slow at catching up and, having reached MA myself (ish), am feeling an odd sort of celestial perturbation about the whole thing. Did the radiant orb mind being born out in the sticks? No heady galactic core action out here, no sir-ee-bob, action so dry that a comet ☄️ can make primates start cults and invest in megalomanic party favors.
Sure, science is quick to point out that life needs a bit of boring to actually get started (not that science is ever wrong lol, and not that scientists don’t freely admit that, but a lot of non-scientists take current time-local science as gospel, and that’s a mistake.) Primates like belief systems, it gives us something to do between binge watches of consensual hallucinations. And there's a lot of Hubris involved with it all as well—the scale of a hoomahn to the Sun is the same as a pollen grain is to a hoomahn. Amazing what pollen can do for ecosystems…
If we consider our consciousness floats in a couple pounds of fatty tissue, and spends its time getting upset (ish) at the crappy interface Substack has with mobile devices, even now in GY20, then it shouldn't be too much to suppose that consciousness floats around in other agglomerations of matter as well, if we can pardon ourselves the Stanislaw Lem-ian flaw of wanting those consciousness’es to be mirrors of us.
Of course, if we’re pollen, there's plenty of things that eat pollen, inadvertently…pollinating flowers…fat yellow suns getting pollinated by Cthulhu & Co. might just explain the Fermi Paradox hmmmm….
Not that any of these ideas are particularly new, rather than just shrugged at in a whatchyagonnadoitiswhatitis kind of way. Pollen doesn't seem to scream when Bee’s harvest it, not that we have the right ears to hear such terrors, and indeed, evolution seems to build blind spots in when it comes to grand perspective.
But that’s exactly the kind of perspective that comes (ish) in with middle age, and I can't help wondering, now that days will be getting slightly longer, if the Sun hasn't considered wobbling out of it’s orbit a little and cutting loose of some unneeded baggage.