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A deep image of interstellar Comet 3I/ATLAS captured by the Gemini Multi-Object Spectrograph (GMOS) on Gemini South at Cerro Pachón in Chile

TENUOUS: what will be?

Is tomorrow guaranteed? What will the future bring? What song should we sing?


Interstellar object I3/Atlas is currently at its perihelion, or closest point to our Sun at approximately 1.36AU. Among the anomalies associated with this comet-like object, its approach is unlikely: It has been hidden from Earth’s view by the Sun’s glare throughout October (though some scientific reports in review claim to have observed the object’s emissions despite solar glare). This occulted segment of its long trip is also its most opportune time to make orbital adjustments to its own direction or for any probes it could dispatch, using the gravity of our Sun to assist. All this and other unmentioned anomalies to say: while unlikely, there is some cautious speculation that this is a technologic object, directed by an Alien Intelligence (AI).

And I say that to ask: If an alien vessel were in our backyard today and, perhaps at this moment, sending probes our way – for what purpose, one can only speculate – what would one do? Even if that were a fact, there is still much uncertainty.

Top view of 3I/ATLAS's trajectory (blue) through the Solar System, with orbits and positions of planets shown
Image via CSS, D. Rankin; Video recorded and edited by User:Renerpho – https://neofixer.arizona.edu/css-orbit-view, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=169627869

Not commenting on likelihood, but hypothetically: If it were the case that alien intelligence was in our backyard this moment, close and unseen, then these moments would feel tenuous. What would one do? Savor, I suppose. It is risky and significant enough that squandering time would be easier to recognize as foolish. But it would be uncertain and inspiring enough to not throw one into despair and defeatism.

If one was known to have only a week to live, unlike in this uncertain scenario, then I imagine ‘savoring time’ would look uniquely scarce and conclusive: skipping chores, saying goodbyes, focusing fully on favorites. In contrast, with uncertainty of what the world two months later looks like, it is wise both to savor and also to steward. Take care of one’s future but also do not expect one’s future is guaranteed. Do the dishes, while remembering the precious ephemerality of it all. Savor, and also steward.

This kind of tenuousness, a liminal existential space, could be healthy. A reminder, a reorientation, that we only ever exist Here Now.

How will one Be when it arrives,

What’s Next


Moment by moment
Building momentum
What's the best next step?
May peace be up on you!

#BeHereNow #BreatheEasy #OneLove

SPINNING: Wise Use of One’s Time

What makes one whole?
What does one want to hold?
What’s one’s world?
Through what whirls does one grow?

I know
Some of the things I strive towards (O Sol,)
Health
Comfort, or how would I explain x Y z etc. tendencies
Family fulfillment
Self fulfillment, actually, actualization,
And what is that?

Now how do I&I’s behaviors favor or farther those goals?
Is it comfort that dopamine addictions satisfy, or is it joy I truly pursue, or
Does X Y Z even spark joy?
A toy can spark joy, sure
But all inter-net and no outdoor play makes Jack a dull boy, for shore

(It’s all about the balance)

We must set out to see, what may become
Best next steps, mistakes and lessons, and then the next ones

Left right left
Forward and backward and the only way back is ahead
And up and down and
Four elements spinning all around

Image via psyche.com articles on the Cube of Space

A Cube of Space

And so I start at the top
Based on the bottom
I&I see the patterns
One zooms in on the particulars
Pulsing, ventricular, it’s

(a scroll read & reread non stop)

Peace
Peace
Peace
One Love

GROW: I, Tree

Grow
Upward
Toward One’s higher self

Sunbound
Obstacle
Higher Self

Adjust, adapt
Not ambitious,
Actualizing

Self becoming
So(u/i)l fulfilling
Role filling

Niche needing
Now embodied
Reciprocate

Grow the gifts
Heights, rights
Canopy crown leader

Power
Photons become energy become matter become life become photons
Emit

Mature
Canopy co-dominance
Contribute

Seed community
Past and future unity
Earth and sky, one pillar

Emerge
Knew, continue
I&I: You

Gon’ higha
Grow


AND FOR MY LAST ACT

What if this was my final act?
This moment, this action
What’s happening at this breath?
Reading this post?
Well, at least you’re not listening to an Exxon advertisement
If that is the kind of thing you’re exposed to

How we spend our time is affected by the systems around us
Where we are, when we are, much of that beyond us
Under the stars
Here now
Spinning mightily on this big beautiful blue planet

Evolving alongside fellow lifeforms,
It does appear we have some choices within our purview
For if this was my final act,
It was I who chose to be typing at this moment, isn’t it?
Chose in that it arose in my clothes and genes and experiences
And it will be I who lives with, and ends with, that moment
Each moment a new beginning, potentially
Moment to moment
To momentum and beyond

(What’s the best next step?)
(What’s the f(x)?)
With love

What if this was my final act?
Practicing qi’gong, East or West
Perhaps singing a song
Or listening
~ ~ ~
שְׁמַע
~ ~ ~
Taking It All In
One Self
Actualizing
Actual I’s in the vicinity of
Temple

Peace, peace, peace, One Love

red lily flower in bloom

Will Today

Will today be repeated, relived, endlessly as in Nietzsche’s eternal reoccurrence?

Or will today be a last, a final day, bursting with meaning as if facing death (or not) at dawn, as in Dostoyevsky’s story?

Either way, today one’s present self is the most able accomplice for the wellbeing of one’s future self.

“Whatchya gonna do today?”


Time is of the essence. A few practices seem rarely wasteful, whether one has lots or little time: meditation, physical fitness, when in doubt tidying up.

With this precious gift – these fleeting grains of time we are given generously and with no certainty – how can we reciprocate?

No doubt we can spread our time too thin, there’s only so many…

Or we can squander time, “casting pearls to swine” (or attension to IT)


May we cultivate

Gardens, discernment, and peace

Balance and gratitude, to apply our times treasures and talents

Forestablishingaliveablefuturity

Winter setting

The nights are cold

Days short, nights growing longer

Darker, deeper,

What is the adjective that would describe what the trees are doing now?

Are they relaxing? Are they cold? Are they panicking? Are they feeling old?

Are they feeling new, already longing and looking forward to the days ahead?

Trees like Jews seeing evening as emergence, night as new beginning

I don’t know what adjective would describe trees in these dark times

Where does their sap go?

Does it freeze? Actually, I beleafs it is sweetened to reduce its freezability, but for the most part deciduous trees dehydrate in winter to avoid frost damage.

What is the underground part of trees’ character? Is it alike the subconscious of the you’s and the me’s and the like? What memes and patterns might we see, below the knees of the trees?

What is at the foot, the root tips, the forefront of the trees, underground and above ground?

And what is the answer to that question, for your own slice of life?

What is one growing towards? What is my goal, for this day or this week or this month or this year or this lifetime or this <cycle>?

As the seasons change, mad things rearrange,

May the force of forest succession be with you, and may peace be up on you

Growing love of hazels

Diverse hazel coppice example in bloom, with flowery understory. From https://midwestpermaculture.com/2012/11/coppicingpollarding/
Diverse hazel coppice example in bloom, with flowery understory

These relatives of birch, ancient and awesomely rugged, adding golden bark and kindling salvation to tree lines around the world
These shrubs with long flexible bows
These fruits from charming hot pink flowers that greet the spring and stay

These nuts that come in energy-dense compostable packaging, shelf-stable for years, made by arboreal solar panels
These nuts that are easy to eat raw and one of the healthiest snacks I have
These nuts that are even tastier roasted; simply apply fire and enjoy a sweet, earthy, ancient gastronomic ally

These branches, that have been warmth in peaceful and desperate times
These branches, that have been homes in peaceful and desperate times
These branches, that have been the crux of countless wooden items

These gifts, that have come from ancient hedges, woven into the fabric of lives over time
These gifts, that host the humans and other kin, who enjoy them and who need them
These gifts, that can make the giver better as they enrich the recipient, when given and received in good relations

Ancient hazels, though we face harshly changing times,

Your past and present company comforts me, knowing you have helped my ancestors through ice ages and then some
And so, knowing we work together even where we are not in touch,
I wish peace upon you, and I love that in that, peace may be upon me too.

What will come of this?

Year 2222
200 winters away
How many generations will have passed?
What will I&I enjoy in life? What of one's own ways will continue?
What lessons will I&I have learned?
What challenges will I&I face?

What will I&I have of the essential gifts to sustain oneself? Wood, water, air, soil, energy? How will one reciprocate One's gifts and All's abundance?

#TreesAreTheAnswer #WeAlreadyKnow #Hózhó