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A while back I wrote something in a sort of automatic writing mode, and when I returned to beta consciousness I realized that I had taken my way of composing music and applied it to evolution with the distinct implication that it's the nature of what evolves to do natural selection in a detached subjective way. By that I mean that each pearl/black hole unit that gets attracted to the Earth project evolves individually as well as aligning itself to imitate the mimicry of the other.
The metaphor I use is based on concentric circles or perhaps globes or orbs to accommodate the notion of omnidirectional. Here's a fair example of what I attempt to describe from the Wired web site:
http://www.wired.com/wiredscience/2009/09/bubblenebula/
This is what I've been trying to describe in writing that the entity I am arrived as was like an oyster pearl in that the energy from it's empty center only radiated out just so far omnidirectionally, and as viewed from outside the limited radiation it has the luminous appearance of a non-physical object. This is the paradoxical dynamic that has shown up in one way or the other throughout my personal quest. Objects simultaneously are what they're not, and they're not what they are, and they can lean one way or the other of move up and down as it seems to suit their fancy, and everything still works out just dandy.
A couple of days ago I read about how some of the countries in the European union are removing all the stop lights and road signs for vehicles and pedestrians. They claim the rate of accidents have plunged by some huge percentage point. This reminds me of the antics of bird flocks and schools of fish swimming in perfect synchronicity. This can be demonstrated with artificial intelligence as well. It only makes sense that homo sapiens can move in coordinated symmetry.
I think a rock song that became popular around the same time as Woodstock. "Signs, signs, everywhere signs. Signs all over the place…". Maybe part of the Beatnik and Hippie movements were a grassroots protest about how both the political and religious interests were trying to get the great mass of humanity to swim or fly together in the way their own group did it, so everybody else would have to change their ways and not them. No blame.
Who wouldn't like that? Make everybody else in the world learn to read and write Southern United States colloquial English like I do. I've really resented having my cultural rug jerked out from under me after I was already old enough to vote in a Presidential election. I've questioned mightily why I've had to spend so much time having to adjust to a whole new way of conducting my affairs.
In some ways I took a positive attitude toward the new direction I was forced to take in my social behavior by an act of Congress. It's taken for granted academically that pubescent boys rebel against their parent's ways in order to find or create their own identity. I did rebel against my father's Jim Crow teachings as a matter of puberty and growing up, not so much because of the political tumult going on all around me.
The entire time the civil rights protest marches in Alabama and all over the South were in the headline news, I was serving in the United States Navy. I got out of the Navy just before the Civil Rights laws were passed. By the time I returned from my time in the service of my country, it was all over but the shouting.
I joined the newly desegregated Navy not realizing it had happened, and it didn't seem to matter much at all to me. I knew I was going to have to change my ways (whatever that meant). It seemed easier to test the waters of the new order by being stationed all the way across the country in California away from my Southern roots.
On occasion I have thought that joining the Navy and getting away from my roots of home and family was the best thing I could have done for myself in regard to giving myself some wiggle room to figure out how I was gonna adapt to the collapse of the Southern aristocratic way of life. My education started at the U.S. Navy Recruit Training Center in San Diego, California.
I started living in close proximity with other young men from all over the United States. There were no blacks in my recruit company, but that didn't stop a lotta tough guy prejudice from happening on a lot of levels of distinction. I wasn't in Kansas no more. I don't think being in the Navy away from home was probably any different than being away from one's parent's home for any reason. Like going away to college or getting a job in a city away from home. Going to numerous ports around the Pacific Rim for four years might have been a little exotic in ways. Not any more. The world has shrunken.
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I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
