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Giving and taking

I think a lot about entropy, the universe's tendency towards chaos.  The cod example is a vase breaking.  From the moment it is broken, it will never again be whole.  That is entropy.  I have long accepted my own mortality and the inevitable, yet welcome day of my death, but I do not wish such a fate on the universe itself.  Perhaps it is selfish, perhaps it is selfless.  Either way, the current projection is that entropy will slowly pull the universe apart until all heat is lost to the void.  According to this projection, matter will spread further and further apart.  There will be a time before the end when all matter in the universe is intact only in black holes.  Eventually, the universe will expand to the point that the entire universe will drop to 0 Kelvin.  This is death.  No more heat, no more life, no more movement, anywhere in the entire universe.  

I defy this future.  I have but one body and there exist no words to describe how absurdly small I am, but I defy this future with every ounce of my being.  I wish to reach out and grasp, giving out everything I can in the hopes that two will become one again.  That this shard of a vase I call "me" may become a whole vase once more.  Futility to the n'th degree, of that I am aware, yet it is all I can hope for in my short life.

So I reach out, and in reaching out, I give bits of my heart.  Sometimes I feel like a sprinkler just throwing bits of myself around as I desperately seek oneness.  This image worries me.  Is this not exactly what I did not want?  Is this image not entropic?  I thought so at first, but not anymore.  For giving is not about giving a piece of yourself to another.  Giving, I found, is something that is as much about the giver as it is the receiver.  In accepting that I am seeking something, I have learned to be grateful while giving.  I realize that without the receiver, I would not be able to give and giving feels great.  So I feel grateful that there is one who will accept my gift and make me feel whole.

If it is more apt to be grateful while giving, then logic would dictate we be humble while receiving.  For so much of my life I have seen this as the opposite.  I have observed the receiver to be grateful and the giver to be humble.  Close your eyes, open your heart, observe with me now the giver being grateful that she may help and the receiver being humbled that she may now make good with this gift.  

All may yet become one again, my dear readers.  I may be immeasurably small.  Hell, the whole human race is equally small on the scale of our universe, yet if we are but one solitary drop in this ocean of a universe, then I guess we have to get bigger and make more friends if we want our tide to sweep up and impregnate the universe with the desire to live forever.  



There are so many times when I want to post something here that is entirely someone else's.  I would cite, of course, but I hold back and I find myself retroactively asking why.  Why do I stop myself from sharing something because it originated from another mind than mine?

In today's world, we hold much value with the idea of ownership.  This is a book of my writing.  It is therefore my thoughts (or at least my thoughts about what someone else has said).  It has value based upon personal connection to me or inherent value in my words or my status as a best seller.  This value can take physical form via the magical substance called money.  Writing is, in this sense, a physical commodity and can be sold as such.  It is a lifestyle and way of being that can be profitable... But we don't see that a lot these days, do we?  Writing is a gamble at best.  There are thousands of writers whose voices are silent because the path is simply unavailable to them via our economic model of disparity.  The next Einstein might be laboring in a sweatshop in Malaysia.

There is a slow metamorphosis occurring.  This change is uprooting the idea of ownership and replacing it with seeds of universal access.  For instance, I do not write for money, I write because I must.  My soul calls me to purge emotions onto this page in an attempt to find peace when my heart aches most.  I am lucky enough to have access to the resources to perform this ritual and find the peace that rests between my soul and a page.  Not all do... and I pray that one day they might.

We all have desires that beg to be fulfilled and our predecessors developed a world where everyone could aspire to own anything they so desired to do.  By marginalizing costs of production via an industrial model, many things became available to all.  Do you like to write?  This typewriter is for you.  Do you want freedom?  Here, try this car or this plane to escape with.  These opportunities are too sweet for humanity to resist.  Within a few skant generations, humanity wanted them all.  The means for everyone to buy it all was incorporated into our now outdated economic model and it created huge amounts of waste.  It has created waste to the point that our world can no longer support it.  My generation will change this paradigm or die resisting this change.

This new model is one of universal access.  In our baby years, it started with our music.  Who remembers Napster?  No one bought CDs past my generation.  That infamous tool of piracy paved the road for this idea of universal access.  Today's world is one where the cost to produce something has reached exponentially tiny lows.  It is now to the point that basically every song I could want bypasses publishers entirely and goes straight to YouTube, every book I desire from every continent is available to me via lending in a virtual environment free of physical distance, every movie that is locked away in VHS can be recalled anywhere in the data stores of mankind's memory for free, even housing and food production are becoming markets satisfied by communities of sharing bodies.  

My generation will see a world where what little marginal value that remains will virtually disappear.  The next big change comes when the very first 3d printer hits the shelf.  Why just one?  Because a 3d printer can print another 3d printer for a friend.  Since the "ink" can be found as plastic bottles, clay, cultivated cellular matter from a human host, among so many other sources depending on the printer, we will see a further revolution in the ability of the cells of mankind to create.  Once these tools are available, factories creating wrenches will not exist.  Hell, the first 3d printed electric car is on the road today.  This technology will allow a world where imagination will spill forth onto our world with an ease never before understood.  

Not just singular imagination though, the combined imagination of the whole world will begin to materialize before us in a form of primordial ooze from which a new world will evolve.  An African develops a device that sucks water from the air into a container and now they spring into being across the globe in Death Valley freely and instantly.  A Finnish architect creates a beautiful windmill design that upgrades efficiency and Portlandians are already too hip for it.  A Canadian farmer designs an angled glass subterranean greenhouse with solar effects and the Danish begin printing it, increasing their yields in the winter and improving their quality of life.  All of this and more without a cent of money being spent!

In the face of this future, how can I POSSIBLY worry about sharing something on my blog that isn't mine?  For the truth becomes us.  Soon, my thoughts and yours will be one and the same.  They will be the thoughts of mankind as a whole.  This is Fana.  Fana is a Sufi word representing the annihilation of the self through knowledge.  The knowledge that induces Fana is something so profound that it breaks down the individual ego into a unity consciousness capable of breaking the cycle of Samsara.  

Things may look bleak right now, but I believe that everything that has happened had to happen in order for this future to arrive.  Humankind is not an end, but a bridge.  I must have faith.  I must stand up and act towards bringing this imagined future into reality.  This is the reason I write.  In a world where I am berated and called a naive utopian dreamer for not walking towards my death, I can remind myself of the truth by etching this memorandum into eternity.  As a blog by an unknown person, I may as well have written it on a bathroom stall for all the eyes it will see, but I do it for me.  For my own peace.  I pray for a day where this ability will be accessible to all who need it.  I pray for you, dear reader.  Fana take you.


Water technology

Not many people study Taoism.  I think what stops a lot of them is the non-truth that studying the Tao, or way, of the Te Ching implies that they are suddenly a Taoist.  It's totally ok to study something and find you are not a fan after reading.  Life is like that.

But today I want to talk about the Te, the second word of the Tao Te Ching.  Te can be described as the perfect intelligence derived by looking directly in the source.  It is the intelligence that drove man to create a sail out of cloth and use it to hijack the power of the wind's playful yet predictable nature and use that power effortlessly without taking anything away or harming anyone.

The Te is also very eminent in this article
This article features images of these giant, flower-like buds that are able to pull 100 liters of water per night into them from the desert sky.  This technology was coopted by a desert beetle whose strangely curved exoskeletons pulled a few drops of water from the air every few hours so they may live during the day with other things on their minds.  This perfect knowledge hiding in plain sight is the very essence of the Te.

"If man can but dream it, man can build it."  Hold onto that thought as you remember that every moment of our lives is meant to be experienced in pure rapturous ecstasy.  There is a way for all to be prosperous and the answers are all right under our noses.  Focus inwards, dream a better way, and seed that dream so that it will infect mankind as to overflow from the world of thoughts and spill forth into physical manifestation.  Through ideas like this one, brought to life by sharing them and calling to action, we can make this world free and beautiful, "a wonderful adventure," as Charlie Chaplin once said.  Namaste, my dear readers.  I'll meet you on the field.