The Book of Dust

You may have heard about the Multiverse. They didn't think it was real at first, but it is. There are many worlds, just as Hugh Everett said there were in 1957.

Technology has, as Einstein promised it would, exceeded humanity. In fact there is very little humanity left, in the great scheme of things to speak of. We dare not speak of many things, lest the Authorities learn of our utterances. So the majority keep quiet, as will any meek creature when faced with imminent threat.

Biblically, it is said the meek will inherit the Earth (whether that comes before or after the yellow race is a matter of genealogy). We interpret ancient writings as we see fit, given that many versions of ancient texts have passed through the hands of interpreters with missions paid from the purse of one with an agenda to hand, and rarely with his own money.

Today we face many challenges to mentality and welfare, with some struggling to survive the onslaught of inexplicable greed. Multinationals build tax havens, oligarchs build bunkers and starships from wild dreams and savage debauchery. Meanwhile, here on the planet, people starve and die of cold, wild creatures starve and die of cold, and the machine keeps rolling towards stark inevitability while the laughing words of Agent Smith echo darkly under endless bitter rain;

"Do you like what I've done with the place?"

Civic unitarities quiver complicit in collaboration with those more equal than others; Orwellian overtones un-lost on the winds of change toss common sense through the window and call down demons from above.

What do we do?

What can we do, up against a barrage of men and machines intent on raping and pillaging the air, land and sea, spoiling other's tents and offering a pittance in silver as recompense for their crimes?

We can read the Book of Dust.

In it you will find all the contextual reference you will ever need on how quantum mechanics works with humanity, how the universe delivers and adapts to change, and the means by which we have become stripped of sunlight, succour and rudimentary support - the beauty and destabilisation of humankind is written here in an evocative, other-worldly novel of immense proportions and unputdownable power.

In it we find out how insidious is loss, how easy it is to cast aside the things that matter most and normalise their absence as if those things were never there. We discover how fast those clouds move towards devastation and what we must do if we are to restore balance.

According to the subtext, we must put our trust in Dust and in fields beyond vision. We need, in other words, to rely on intuition and appreciate that which is greater than ourselves. There is no alternative, if we are to survive beyond the wanton drive for superfluity, the scrabble for stability based on affluence, one man's bank being another man's ocean of expendability without bounds. We must attend to our own worlds - that is all we can do.

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In loving someone, you will find you love others less. That does not mean it's right to ignore them, push aside their needs or assume that intellect is absent from their minds. Especially if lives are in your hands, with the health of the whole reliant upon a oneness of souls.

Leadership relies for its success and innovative influence upon stability, empathy and the compassion of humanitarian intent. People are motivated by inspiration, freedom of choice and the confidence to take it, positive collaboration and a mission that makes sense.

In so many ways, we have twisted sobriety and turned our version of success into something meaningless and weak, serving the greater ghastliness without question, absorbing the fruits of the earth and the gifts of creation as if it were our right to pluck and discard whatever we may reach from the tree. Somewhere out there, a call to evolution may be heard by those who listen for it.

Within your heart, there may be a yearning for answers. You may feel, as is hoped, that something beyond the scratching, tearing claws of wont has a place in the sanctums of your prioritising mind. You may wish to build a world where talent shines in those around you and universal gifts are on everybody's plate. Where continuous improvement is a collective priority and the reality of engagement brings rewards in its own right. And surprisingly quickly, you can do just that. You need only to be open to the possibility, just as Everett was alive to the existence of more than he could see.

Finding yourself here, at the end of this discourse, you may like to explore further, and if you have not yet read Philip Pullman I hope you've been inspired so to do. I hope, too, that you may find here a modicum of something worth trusting, and might extend an opportunity to look back through the glass with one who has seen Dust, that we may walk together without judgement a little way upon our journey. No need to cleave together forever - when value is passed from one to another, it gains in strength of the new belief that it inspires.

I am here if you'd like a quiet moment in conversation:

https://calendar.app.google/p5UkaWGX4M6X9ToN7

May the force of the field be with you.