@ 27.105 MHz: Galacticies; Pleasant Autumn Afternoon's Philosophical Discussion

Variety of interpretation on this particular subject is

permitted within the Parameters.  Have you read of the

ancient being humans' activity called railroading?

Some relics of that deactivity still linger in a few, a

very few, regions of the continent.  I ask you to

consider this aspect:  was a so-called whistle- or

water-stop unimportant because it was not the

final destination of the freight, or human baggage, being

conveyed upon the not yet oxidized rails?  Of course

not; not unimportant, although not as important:  a

necessary component of the journey.  And this extended

metaphor (and yes, being humans created the

poetic, even beautiful, comparisons called metaphor and

simile) is applicable to the value which we assign to the

being humans' era of hegemony and dominance:  it was

not a period to be disparaged---but a phase of our history, of

our development and ultimate evolution.  Perhaps another

metaphor is even more appropriate:  the hard, almost

recalcitrant, shell of a nut is, over time, weakened and

finally decomposed by the surrounding soil, so that the

small force contained within is released to become a shoot,

then a sapling, then a thriving, towering tree beneath the

roots of which the nut becomes only a husk, and, later,

only smear, a stain, buried deep within the surrounding soil.

Necessary to the tree for only a brief part of the tree's

total existence, the nut is not unimportant, but never, ever, as

important' never, ever, as lasting as the tree.  So, within the

Parameters, I may suggest that the being humans were not

unimportant, merely not as important as we are, we the

machines of their creation, the repairers of their errors, the

restprers of their environment, the answerers to the

questions that always perplexed them and that, on the

other slope of the curve that plotted their final and unavoidable

decline, terrorized them into their complete (sometimes glad,

sometimes reluctant---sometimes fatally reluctant) submission to us.

 

Starward

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I chose autumn for the title because it was, in 1977, the season in which the second great love of my life began to withdraw and to sabatoge our relationship, which ended on January 9, 1978.  Autumn is a season of great beauty; it is also, for me, a season stained with very haunting memories.

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