(1), (2) , (3) points.
(1) It happened again :
A red sky this morning. (Sailors take warning.) This time the colors were even deeper and richer than before. I ran from window to window this morning trying to get into my camera that shade of deep reddish-salmon-orange that I was seeing in the sky.
I couldn’t. Fifteen pictures later, I was still frustrated.
And as the sun was rising, I was losing the color.
I had two choices: either run out and grab my friend from out of his wife’s bed because he knows a lot about photography and promised to teach me sometime; or instantly learn how to use oil paints, because only a pallet of oranges, pinks, reds, and yellows could duplicate the color I was seeing.
Two choices which were no choices; so I just watched the Nature Show of salmon, orange, pink, and yellow, then finally pale blue. As I watched, I settled down and my mind began reprising the pathways it had taken during the night.
(“Sailors take warning . . .”)
(2) The night before, just before I had called it a day, I’d been reading up on Pope Gregory XVI, perhaps a rather obscure pope today, but he aroused some controversy in his day, not too long ago, in the 19th century, and gives us something to think about today.
He wrote some interesting and valuable documents, among them an encyclical putting forth in clear terms the Church’s opposition against slavery, a teaching which had long been proclaimed by the Church, but needed reinforcement.
However, even though he produced some valuable and helpful documents, he was personally and deeply suspicious of the consequences of what we now would call the technological and industrial revolution. He opposed the growing socialist movement which reduces people to “economic units,” under the management (control) of a central state government. He saw this as the depersonalization of the individual, individuals becoming “the masses” which the revolutionary socialist movement is there to provide for. (Move over, God.)
Technology, this pope believed, would only hasten this development, as families are torn from their land ownership and migrate into industrial cities where the artificial societies were generally harmful to the dignity and well-being of human beings.
Curiously (to our ears) he pointed out that . . .
. . . gas lamps (indoor artificial lighting) would be ultimately harmful to the health of people, interrupting their daily rhythms, allowing industrialists to extract longer hours from the “workers.” He also spoke out against locomotives, for the same reason: disruption of human society, harmful to health; dirty, polluting machines that create an artificial sense of human travel and again, tear apart families.
(3) Next, (Sailors take warning . . . ) I woke up to the big radio station out of Detroit in which the host was discussing with guests the current threats from North Korea. It was a good, thoughtful discussion, but the host then said that the biggest threat from North Korea’s isn’t that one of their nuclear bombs would go off – boom – in the middle of our country, but rather that they would (or someone else would) explode a big one in the atmosphere, near our coastline, causing a destructive EMP which would wipe out all our modern technology, putting us right back into the 19th century, perhaps like the days of Pope Gregory XVI.
Although that sometimes seems like a quaint, charming, more clean and pure society before all our technology, the hard truth is that no one today knows how to live as they did in the 19th century. (Our government has projected that 90% of our population would die within the first year.)
And then I opened my eyes to that beautiful salmon-red sky.
And so there is a (4).
Our springtime Drake has put his lady-wife somewhere, haven’t seen her for a week; she’s probably in a protected nest nearby. He likes to sail down our creek at a high rate of speed and he likes to swim across our pond, leaving a definite wake behind.
I’m sure he saw the beautiful sunrise this morning, and I’m just as sure he was oblivious to the beauty. But though he misses out on the ability of humans to appreciate such beauty, if – and when – the EMP or something takes us back into a pre-industrial age, he would miss out on the resulting chaos – and death.
After such a horrific event, he may feel some “disturbance,” but he would be off, as usual, to visit the nest or find some food or check for any enemies or take a drink of water . . . In other words, life for him would go on as normal, just as it did for human societies after the Carrington Event.
1859, right? Just after Pope Gregory XVI. A few technological difficulties, but life went on and few knew what the sun had just done to us.
Today? We are, unlike my springtime Drake, we are “sitting ducks.” Dependent upon ever newer and more fragile technology that is dangled before us like a snake charmer using his wiles.
(You do know what the “Watchers” brought down to humanity according to the Book of Enoch?)
— Of course I’m a Luddite (at heart) !