The anticipation of the year.
The Dynamo story of suggested dichotomy.
“Mosquitoes pay ants no mind. They lack the sustenance needed. And as I watch what looks like some kind of ant highway, a daddy long-legs marches above them through the tall grass.
Species that don’t bother eachother.
I don’t trouble them, but by my very nature I couldn’t live among them.
I’m too big.
And that’s why the mosquitoes like me.”
Do you think ants see themselves as individuals?
Not family relations, but the insects.
I mean If you take the thought experiment to say that maybe they could have a sense that they are one among many and not in the sense that they have thoughts and feelings. But I mean they could for all we really know.
Apparently the more ants you have in a group, the smarter they become, which seems to be the exact inverse of humanity.
In that regard, perhaps ants all feel and sense the collective colony, seeing the world as one organism. Rather than a bunch of ants working at menial goals, they understand the implications of it all, their place in it as more of an appendage. They would probably feel themselves closer to a plant, with far stretching roots and systems.
Such things would require a certain degree of what we would call telepathy. Whether you believe in it or not, I don’t think if it existed that it would be as simple as “talking” in other people’s heads. Words were around much later from any biological ability. It would be in feelings, images. or just plain impulses to do things.
I recently read that aboriginal Australian tribes have a “system” where when they feel a twitch or a pain randomly in their body, they can touch that place on them, enter a meditative state and somehow “see” a relative (an aunt if you will) or a location that they know. All the article told me was that it was startlingly accurate, as telepathy was just a small caveat to a greater conclusion about the brain.
In this busy world of business we live in of internet and numbers, perhaps that key part of the brain was lost or clouded from us. Perhaps it’s still there somewhere deep inside. It could be for all we know.
The therapist let Fred take any seat he wanted. Fred was afraid of being “The Guy” seeing a therapist and laying on the cushioney couch like some kind of cleshe so he went to the chair by his desk.
“You can begin anytime” The therapist said.
Fred began to speak, but somehow, now the image of laying on the cushony couch seemed comfortable to him so he got up, still talking and laid down. Until that point he was only covering how he’d been and little facts about his life. But on the couch he felt snug and comfortable enough to really talk. Fred was a poet, and fancied that he would have been a good actor if he had applied himself to it. So naturally he had a flair for drama and big words. he spoke like this:
“I’m so plagued with desire.” he said “It’s a nagging; it’s an unstoppable torrent of Introspective meanderings, whimpering on gripping vices of whims. That- that desire can be as indomitable as some monolithic Buddha with the grey stone power to crush me one moment, and then in the next moment just seem like wisps welling on the wind”
The therapist nodded knowingly as Fred thought for a moment.
“What could conjure such a comical horror as to supplant a mind to chase desires and thoughts from one extreme to the other in this….It can only be a comedy. Life is just a satire of itself, our fleeting emotions and problems, our tragedies and dilemmas, are just the dilemmas of ants.
Truly, I hope that while i’m trying to grasp my desires or hold back on their pull with the madness of some kinda lone waiter trying to serve the world, that something cosmic is laughing at me. Then at least I’d know i’m doing something good.”
Fred stared at the ceiling as he spoke.
“When in a lonely night, the rising thoughts, and the panic, and the naked truth of my being arises from the distractions of the world… and I shudder without anyplace to cower; when you compare that to a warm night with the closeness of another and my mind is propped up with a fools superiority, I hope that something somewhere enjoys the way I defeat myself.”
The therapist nodded knowingly. Fred had tears in his eyes and reached out his hand as if yearning for a gossamer ribbon.
“In a morning wilder, to bathe in satisfaction It is to live like the beasts inside and remain, lost from the world beyond our eyes, lost from the higher order that we ideally strive for. Letting go of it where the memory reminds us and persuades back to the coveted halls of loving self destruction.
It’s such tangled web of this and that.
And I cant tell you why I enjoy that. I get the web. I see how it all connects and how we pull on one string and it pulls another. But I cant explain it. And so we hide with vice and beer and acts and demeanor which proves only to the world. I need to prove things to myself.”
The therapist nodded knowingly before Fred lifted himself from the couch on his arm.
“It’s just that life IS so unfair. People had told me that all my life, i just never realized how unfair it was until now.” Fred was sweating. “Listen doc, I gotta be honest with you.”
“Hmm?” the Therapist said.
“I really want a smoke.”
The therapist nodded knowingly before leaning back in his swivel chair. It was the old metal kind with the cushon and it squeaked with an awful noise. “Well Fred, you admitted yourself into this program because you wanted results, and cold turkey is how you wanted to do it.”
Fred wiped his eyebrow. “I know that, but I…I changed my mind.”
The therapist nodded knowingly.
“Did you hear me doc, I CHANGED MY MIND!”
The Therapist leaned forward before saying “You’re not in control of your mind anymore.”
He pushed a button and two men came in and took Fred away as he kicked and screamed, back to his cell.
Why are you doing this? Thought Grivo.
I should be asking you the same question….Thought Grivo.
Don’t question my decisions…you…cant see she’s homesick.
So? Why should we give a damn?
Well she got us off Talfur and fixed the ship. We do kind of owe her.
We don’t owe her anything, and your right, she did fix the ship, she did get us off Talfur. But let’s not forget the time sensitive material on Gredux 5676.
It will only be a slight detour.
No. It wont. There’s no jump gate to Earth anymore. It could take weeks, months even.
Whatever. We’re stopping at Ganymede. We can figure out our plan from there.
We could just leave her –
Don’t even think about it. Thought Grivo.
Lynda returned from the rear quarters of the ship. Her face was a little more stretched. She looked at the new course they were taking. Away from the jump gate further into space and towards the small moon of Jupiter. It had once been an Earth Colony.
“Where are we going?”
Grivo looked back at her. Her worn red flight suit had droplets of water on it. her normally round face seemed to hang and her eyes hung downward.
“Ganymede…then Earth” he said finally before facing towards the windows.
Lynda lifted her head.
“What. Really?!” Said Lynda before she composed herself.
“Ahem well um why?” she said.
“I just felt that…um …well the thing.” Grivo glanced away, his furry brow furrowed over his eyes. “Alright I felt sorry for you.”
Grivo turned to see Lynda utterly speechless. She watched him like she had never seen a four foot anthropomorphic fox alien before. The little alien looked back up indigently at her. Lynda raised an eyebrow and then convulsed with a snerk before bursting into laughter.
“HAHA…YOU….haha- felt- sorry.!?” She said, supporting herself on the low roof of the cabin.
I knew it. Thought Grivo
“Shut Up.” Said Grivo Turning back to the controls of the ship.
“I…” Lynda gasped “I’m sorry. You don’t feel Anything!”
“You know I can still change my mind, and we could move on to the conduit. A good few thousand of light years away.”
Lynda calmed herself and walked over to the puffy passenger seat.
“Okay i’m sorry,” she said stifling another outburst “Thanks.”
She plopped herself down and threw her boots up on the dash holding back a secondary aftershock snerk.
“Even so. it would be good to stop on the moon before we depart. The ship needs supplies and some real tools. It would suck if we fell apart during the jump.”
“Don’t you go into like another dimension if you fall out of a jump?” said Lynda
“Hell I don’t think anybody knows. Why would you want to try?”
“Just a thought” Lynda said. She thought for a moment as the ship began arcing towards the moon, away from the gate.
“Look Fox We-”
“Don’t call me that.” Said Grivo.
” – We don’t need to go to earth. It’s a kind thing to offer. But Lets just be on our way after we get the supplies.” She leaned over and switched off the radio which seemed to be playing Elmore James at the time. “The music from my home planet spurred a…momentary… weakness on my part.”
Grivo looked over as Lynda returned to the laid back position, stretching her legs back out and placing her red boots on the dash.She crossed her arms and watched as the gate slowly passed by the wide window. Grivo pivoted towards the atmosphere of Ganymede.
Good. She doesn’t want to go. That’s that. Thought Grivo.
But she’s probably just saying that. Insist on it.
Where the fuck is all this empathy coming from? Ganymede, Sure: supplies and whatnot. But there is TREASURE waiting for you on 5676. Yet it’s only there as long as a salvaging satellite or a patrol ship doesn’t swing by.
That said. Imagine what undiscovered gems could be on earth…
Lynda glanced over to Grivo. The Alien was piloting with a spacy concentration. Silent and unmoving. She reached over and grabbed an old magazine from the side of the dash and opened it. There was an article about a new craze sweeping the galaxy about five years ago.
Suddenly Grivo jumped from his chair and ran across the dash. Lynda heard his paws tapping across the console a split second before the magazine was ripped from her hands and replaced by the intense teeth and eyes of Grivo’s desperation. He grabbed her by the shoulders.
“DO YOU WANT TO GO TO EARTH OR NOT! TELL ME NOW! YES OR NO! NO OTHER WORDS! RIGHT NOW!”
Lynda yelped and threw Grivo off of her. He fell to the floor but the alien rose quickly out of a roll, standing defiantly at her.
Lynda felt the ‘yes’ burning inside her from some deep place that she had tried to cover up. But the voice of her job, her profession, that which she prided herself and lived on for so long told her to stick to the plan. This weird little Alien had a bounty on his head so big, she could buy her own planet.
But the music in her soul put up a great argument.
“N…uh” She said, looking away.
Grivo watched her, his mind racing between binary points.
Lynda turned back to him. “Just give me some time on Ganymede to think about it. Jeez.” She said before turning back to the window.
Grivo lowered his arms. His tail coiled and a frustration broiled so hot for a moment. But then like a switch of clarity and calm, Grivo said:
“Okay!” and hopped gayly back up into the pilot seat. he pressed a few buttons and clicked the intercom for entry procedures.
Weird little creature. Thought Lynda.
part 4—> http://bit.ly/1z2Ym3r