"Have you noticed the way genders are mixing and vanishing? It's difficult to know who are male and female sometimes."
The moon is full and this is it for a bit, so we may as well indulge in a ramble along looser topic lines, and since it’s your thread I figure you’re not a ramble snitch.
Everything is changing. The sex thing is no surprise.
Science encourages change for the sake of change, which makes the war on climate change strange but understandable as illogically human.
I think the fact of everything changing fast and irrevocably is just a function of getting older. It happens for everyone, in every generation. It’s always been so, and when changing fast wasn’t so for technology it was psychologically so for everyone who got old because the immediate surrounding world begins to change for everyone as the years pile on, and the world of change is caused when the shorter than behind that lies ahead becomes more than just intellectually finite.
Plus, night and day passes more quickly.
Was it truly also so before the Age of Enlightenment, when societal and technological change took longer than a lifetime for the history of evolution to finally begin manifesting as a different, scientific way to view the world; an evolution much more gradual than today when worldwide dissemination of information and 3-D printers can measure the distance separating imagination and form in minutes or seconds, limited only by speed of comprehension.
Like now, people back in the olden days just may have had the human tendency to make mountains out of molehills, which don’t you think would make that an innate tendency for folks, whether it was triggered into behavior by chemistry or by the societal pressures of two or more gathered together, since it appears that these days science is leaning towards
nurture altering
nature, and just look at what this has led to.
For instance, missing the deer with an arrow or an ambush may have driven a fellow into an existential depression way back there when they were learning that food tasted better when cooked, and a killed deer was healthier meat than fighting the buzzards, which he couldn’t do alone anyway. Since he had other pressing matters of survival he just got on with what had to be done without the mountain of distractions shaped into thought convolutions.
Then again, instead of depression, wounding the deer on purpose could give him the chance to stay out the cave a couple of days and breathe some fresh air while indulging some strange food-stuff that Fred Astaire Flintstone discovered growing over in the next dank cave. That may have been on his mind when he took aim for food and wounded the deer with a gut shot on purpose. However it seems likely that, depending on the terrain and climate, tracking spore for the sake of tenderizing the living, terrified deer meat would have been a choiceless gourmet luxury, given that other predators weren’t bound by laws of propriety and would take it from him, although instead of chemicals he may have thought of this in spirit terms of power.
So, what the hell does all this mean, you say? The answer may or may not clarify.
Cro-Magnon and Neanderthal rebels were the first Romeo and Juliet, although maybe she wasn’t as pretty as actresses I’ve seen. No, that’s not it.
As you know, refining into a few words from a consciousness stream discovers the essence of the distillation, syrup from sappiness. Here and now, the syrup from sappiness is the premise that for society the glut of information, combined with the constraints of civilization upon behavior when personal survival is threatened, just may have dulled the sensibilities of many modern individuals into a thought-realm sophistication that justifies any action for the cause, when you consider that sophistication can easily be defined as the capacity to simultaneously support what conditioning dictates are conflicting views.
And contrary to what may seem intuitive, this sophistication dulls perception of reality.
So, this dulling effect upon survival, the complacency of predictable crops and hurricane insurance for McMansions stupidly built on the barrier islands, is what a short span of science manifesting itself via thought has led to.
If this trend continues, what might 35,000 years of science, of changing merely for the sake of change, do to humankind?
Maybe chainsaw, or word wallow, or maybe cozy chat and chat plus, or something else maybe clever and accurate, or inaccurate if misunderstood.
