The problem and amazement of Evolution is the conception of “survival of the fittest.”
We all wish to survive, from insect to man.
Try to swat a fly, it flies away. It doesn’t want to die. It’s ingrained in it’s and our DNA. At all costs survive.
So there’s no “life-after.” Might as well be atheists. Physics has figured not everything out. There’s no “God” in some “Heaven.” It’s mythology.
I’m not a Christian. I grew up in the Vedanta religion of India (although I was born in New Jersey and am a Caucasian). They believe in eternity of the soul and reincarnation and stuff. It hooks into our wanting to survive. Survival of the fittest. I won’t die, I’ll reincarnate.
The idea is not supported by scientists and therefore many scientists are atheists.
But what if?
I’m growing inexorably older. Somehow I went from teenager to adult to sexually exploratory adult to 64 years old. I wonder. Will I live on? Have we lived on before? Will unfulfilled desires be fulfilled? Will we reincarnate? Who is in charge?
At least that’s what they say.
However, it is possible for it to rain and not pour. I guess it depends on your definition of pour.
It rained tonight. I thundered. There was lightning. It poured.
I was out of state with my wife. I could have posted on my blog while I was away. The Internet is everywhere. I didn’t. We drove 750 miles each way. All the way through. Long drive. We used to stop half way and get a motel room. Now we save money by driving the whole distance in 12 hours.
We took our dog. She rides well. Stayed in a pet friendly motel in Write City, Missouri. We got back yesterday. Got to go back to work the day after tomorrow.
Deep in the woods of the Jersey City Reservoir Woods in the south of Boonton, New Jersey was a tunnel on the beach of the reservoir.
There’s a street which was named by my father, Francis (Frank) Boyd, when he was an alderman for the town of Boonton. It’s called Reservoir Drive.
I don’t know who lives now at 510 Reservoir Drive at the corner of Sherman Street in Boonton, NJ, but that is the house I grew up from age zero. Across the street we dug a hole under the fence behind a bush, and we’d slip under there to an established path.
We owned those woods. To this day there’s a sewer pipe manhole covered with concrete with my initials WEB carved on the cement.
On the bank of the reservoir we built a tunnel. It extended from the waterfront inward a dozen feet or so. We supported it with 2×4’s and took every precaution to be as careful (and scientific) as we could in building it.
We had a lot of adventures in those woods.
Sometimes the “guards” from the reservoir dam would come out and look for us in powered boats but they could never catch us.
One time we went all the way out to the reservoir island and made a campsite. They caught us that time by the smoke of our campsite and towed our canoe back to land.
Another time my dog “Shucks” fell through the ice chasing a rock that we threw to try to reach the liquid water. A friend went to a neighbor’s house and called the police. They showed up with the fire department and somehow rescued that poor dog, frozen as he was, and he went on to live many years beyond that. It made the papers. Nobody said anything about us trespassing on Jersey City property.
Some years later I had a few girlfriends down in those woods. Won’t tell you what we did. Only to tell you that the Jersey City Reservoir woods south of Reservoir Drive (which my father named) are dear to my heart.
In looking over my recent posts, there seems to be an inordinate amount of posts about flat earth, space travel, the unlikelihood we’re being visited by aliens. That stuff gets boring. If you don’t know my opinions on those kind of topics by now, then you haven’t been reading what I write very much (and I don’t blame you).
I need to start writing about other stuff. Like some of the places I’ve traveled to in my life, and some of the places I’ve lived. More human interest kind of stuff.
Or I could go the tech side and shoot for the Linux niche people. There’s lots of them around, which carries little interest for my existing followers.
But the old is starting to feel old. Guess that’s why it’s called “old.”
We haven’t started a civilization on Antarctica, but we do have settlements there. Antarctica is much more accessible and atmospheric friendly than Mars.
I think Mars will eventually have small groups of researchers.
I fear losing wildlife. Whole species going extinct. Rising tides. The middle-class almost vanishing completely. Hate crimes higher than ever. No health care for elderly Americans and insufficient funds for social-security and Medicaid. People will die. Increased terror attacks around the world. A lot of chaos and that sort of thing. The reason? Politics, I’d probably say.
On the other hand, I think there will be a lot of good things, exciting things, to look forward to, especially in the fields of science, astrophysics, technology, artificial intelligence, self-driving cars, medicine (despite being too expensive for people to pay for without health insurance).
I don’t think we’ll ever have flying cars for common use, but many people will have IoT connected homes (that trend is just starting to catch on) and fun virtual reality devices. It will be a different world, but futures are almost always different than they were predicted. It’s fun sometimes to look back and see what was predicted for today.