Pen as Sword - Social Commentary, The Inner Struggle

There is still hope … part 2

In thinking about my rather childish, unloving, jingoism of my previous post I am reminded by a Catholic priest whom I respect greatly that Dorothy Day said something like “How we feel about the least likable people we know is how we feel about God”. That He was absolutely serious about “Love each other as I have loved you” is undeniable, but Oh – So – Hard to put into practice in every day life. And the undeniable fact that everything the 90%’ers take for granted was developed by the 10%’ers for their own purposes doesn’t make “loving each other as I have loved you” any easier.

The actuality and the potential of the mostly unsung “Grey Tribe” in our society goes unremarked day to day even as they maintain and develop all that makes our modern riches possible and useable. We depend upon them all, utterly, and daily, and as an example, who among us, how many among us, knows (or even cares) that we are almost at zero hour for a truly remarkable human achievement.

Here is more info about this wonderful event and New Horizons.

Now, I know I am a grey tribe geek. And at times I can be an arrogant prick. That’s my curse, my thorn, as Paul put it. I daily live in a reality neither perceived nor appreciated by the majority of those I know, mostly love, and interact with on a daily basis. I have lived more or less comfortably with this hierarchy of ability and perception for all my thinking life, that is, from about 10 or 12 years old on.  By the time I was about 16 I had learned, with the help of strong “encouragement” from a strict and all powerful father, who WAS still in the family and definitely WAS the head of the family,  that I had to learn to “play nice” with others, and that regular folks really don’t like having the error of their ways, their own “issues and perceptions” pointed out to them, as when I would tell my father that he was wrong “because …”.

One of his parting bits of advice to me when I left home to join the military at a tender age was “Always remember son, that if you have more than one asshole in your life, it is probably you! Behave yourself and pay close attention to the NCO’s”.  While I often ignored much of my dad’s advice at times, that one stuck with me and has saved my life many times. Another useful bit of advice was “never give up, never give up, never give up”. I miss ya Dad.

Aaron Copland, Fanfare for the Common Man, 1994

I have had a mostly happy life with my “mates” regardless of their abilities and shortcomings and over the years have gradually become aware of how I, and we, must appear to our Commander in Chief and his Son. He made us as we are with all our various talents and abilities as well as our lack thereof and our failings. Looking at all things visible and apparent to me, and the observed state of society these days is seems that being able to think is probably not the only talent that matters, although I believe it is an essential ingredient of any successful society.

I suggest that “thinking” without “self sacrifice and love” is even worse than not thinking at all. Not thinking at all is probably the most common human state these days and has most likely been the common state of most of mankind for all of history.  We can see real time evidence of what that gets us in ISIS land these days in full brutal living colour, and more subtly in the twisted reporting evidenced recently in the MSM covering Pope Francis’s South American trip. Imagine a world where literally every media experience you have is the result of someone putting their magical slant on how they would like thing to be.  You don’t really have to imagine it, because that is what our daily lives are made up of here in the west.

Let’s think for a moment about this web page here. Not just the information and images on the web site, but the fact that the website exists at all and is easily accessible by millions of viewers at the click of a button. WOW!  nh-pluto_charon_color_finalThis image was not dreamed up by some Hollywood graphic artist at the request of his producer or director and realized on his computer. Literally every single aspect about this page, both the contents and it’s accessibility are the direct result of some grey tribe experiment, mostly for purposes having nothing to do with this web page.

All that pink tribe stuff from Hollywood, which we call entertainment, is possible because a large amount of grey tribe stuff was developed to send an observation tool to this location in space and send back information about what is there on the way past to some still further location in space to send still more information back about what is really there and so on and so on … now taking some five hours transmission time. For scale realize that our sun is about 8 minutes transmission time away.   I spent almost 8 years as a ship’s radioman in the 70’s and I know a bit about radio. Radio waves and light waves travel at the same speed. We used to consider it a long connection working Halifax from Gibraltar on CW (Morse Code for you noobs).

How fast does light travel from the Sun to each of the planets?

Light travels at a speed of 299,792 kilometers per second; 186,287 miles per second. It takes 499.0 seconds for light to travel from the Sun to the Earth, a distance called 1 Astronomical Unit. below I list the light travel times from the Sun to each planet:

Planet    Distance in AU            Travel time
Mercury   0.387        193.0 seconds   or    3.2 minutes
Venus     0.723        360.0 seconds   or    6.0 minutes
Earth     1.000        499.0 seconds   or    8.3 minutes
Mars      1.523        759.9 seconds   or   12.6 minutes
Jupiter   5.203       2595.0 seconds   or   43.2 minutes
Saturn    9.538       4759.0 seconds   or   79.3 minutes
Uranus   19.819       9575.0 seconds   or  159.6 minutes
Neptune  30.058      14998.0 seconds   or    4.1 hours
Pluto    39.44       19680.0 seconds   or    5.5 hours

And all these tools and everything that supports them has to be invented first and developed into a prototype and then turned into a production model and so on just so the grey tribe can conduct their experiment. And the rest is just fallout.

The pink tribe entertainers see an opportunity in these tools developed by grey tribe folks for their experiment. They see an opportunity to produce a product which other pink tribe types will enjoy watching and using and will pay good money for the privilege because the experience reinforces their magical thinking. Because any time one is using something that one does not understand for whatever reason for any purpose that person is indulging in the use of “magic”.  And just like for Harry Potter, there is a cost for everything, but especially for the use of magic. Always remember that we are standing on many shoulders without which we are simply groveling in the mud and the blood and the beer.

The grey tribe does what they do to, “to boldly go where no-one has gone before” to borrow a pink tribe fantasy phrase, for the sheer joy of learning and exploring the unknown, to confirm their predictions and expectations or to show where they are off the mark. Supporting and developing all of civilization is just something they do on the side so they can continue to do what really interests them.

The grey tribe types understand that they are searching for the pig, not the lipstick on the pig.  They understand that the pig has some semblance of reality, measurable and provable, and they can build upon what they learn in order better describe the pig, to reach ever more rarified heights of knowledge and produce still more stuff which trickles down to the pink tribe masses who believe that the lipstick IS reality.

And yet … we have …

Ralph Vaughan Williams, the Lark Ascending, 1921

And David Warren puts an interesting spin on the event here.

So it gives me pause to realize that I am seriously expected to love these pink tribe folks as Jesus loved me. He created the pig and everything else from just … well … nothing.  That kind of love is truly something awesome … truly beyond human comprehension.  Kinda puts all our pride and ranting and prancing around in perspective.  Dust to dust and all that.



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