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Thursday 8 October 2015

Flames

They made me swear to never kindle flame,
Within this vaunted house of antique works,
As if the reading rooms aren’t fat with brain,
Queued up for inspiration’s errant spark.

What are the books that line the shelves and stacks,
Some dragon’s hoard of knowledge to be veiled?
Each unread, unturned page a founding block,
Atop this ivory peak select ere scale.

This silence breeds an unlit beacon’s plea,
An idea planted as I speak the oath;
That knowledge always wanted to be free,
To light the way for prince and pauper both.

Soon spilling flames shall course and cleanse and scour,
And finally wake this Ilium’s spires.

Friday 8 May 2015

A Sense Of Perspective

On a day like today I think it is important to retain a sense of perspective. We must remember what it is the earth revolves around, rather than who.

Because even though you cannot feel it, the earth is rotating beneath your feet; we are spinning at four hundred and sixty metres a second. In turn, we also whirl about the sun, and though each revolution takes a year, we are covering thirty kilometres a second. The solar system itself swirls around the core of the Milky Way at two hundred and twenty kilometres a second.

And that’s not it. Our entire galaxy, and tens of thousands of others, are all rushing towards something out there in the darkness, at seven hundred thousand kilometres a second.

They call whatever’s out there - waiting in the darkness - the Great Attractor, because that’s all we know about it. That it attracts. One day, we’ll learn some more about our new friend.
By crashing into it at seven hundred thousand kilometres a second.

Of course, that’s if we get there.

Every fifty or so thousand years - a fact we know from the way iron particles have aligned in the strata of volcanic rocks - the magnetic field of the earth flips on its axis, and in doing so exposes the surface to the scourge of the solar wind. To exotic flavours of radiation, epidemics of cancers and inducing the sorts of voltages in metallic objects that will utterly and irrevocably cook anything electronic, something our civilization is wholly dependent on.

I say fifty thousand years. The last flip was longer ago than that, and through the period of history where magnetic North has been a recordable thing, it has been wandering through Canada. Southwards, and weakening.

But even if the magnetic field were at its strongest, a solar flare ejected into our path would still flay the daytime hemisphere of the planet clean. People have recorded the activity of the sun since the dawn of history, and the sun too follows a cycle. A solar flare in the coming years is not inevitable, but far from impossible.

Also out there in the heavens, is a rock with the catchy appellation 99942 Apophis. We need not worry too much about this particular asteroid, as it isn’t going to hit us any time soon, though a near miss is a certainty. But while Apophis, will merely come to say hello, a collision with a near-earth asteroid is statistically inevitable, and while current efforts to detect asteroid paths may very well successfully identify incoming threats years or even decades before they occur, the logistics of deflecting even one remain an impossibility, no matter what impression Bruce Willis might have imparted. They will certainly not become more possible while we bicker about house prices or the exoduses of our fellow humans.

Those are the predictable ones. Sometimes stars just go supernova, ejecting inconceivably intense bursts of cosmic rays, rushing through the universe at the speed of light, with nothing to herald their approach. Washed in gamma radiation of the highest intensity, there are no superpowers here, just death. The earth reduced to a lifeless cinder before a soul ever notices.

We need not look to the stars for dangers. Yellowstone Park in the US is famed for its hot springs and geysers. It’s because the park is a volcano. One so huge you cannot even tell what you are looking at unless you map it from space. And what those maps will tell you is that the entire National Park is detectably bulging upwars as the caldera below fills with magma.

When the pressure gets too much, much of Wyoming will be vaporised, and while few people would even notice that, they will notice as the entire continent is cloaked in a rain of ash, and the rest of the planet sinks into a nuclear winter. Reading the geology imprinted into rocks all over the world will tell you that these eruptions have followed a six hundred thousand year cycle. We’re overdue.

It seems to be a theme.

We’re overdue.

We’re overdue.

We’re overdue.

We are overdue for an extinction level event, and the only doubt is to which one will get us first, because they will all happen eventually. They have happened in the past and they will all happen again. One day.

So, if on a day like today you see the news and despair of what humanity is becoming, I think it’s important to retain a sense of perspective.

Do not worry, for when the apocalypse comes - and it is when, not if - it’s not like anything of value will be lost.