What Makes an Elite? A Reflection upon Immortality.

If the mind and soul is concentrated and oriented upon a mission to afford future generations a creative spark then this equates to a true character of happiness. And this is an uplifting quality which we all have in potential as uniquely human. That is the essence of our equality. In this way the ending of the Keats poem Ode on a Grecian Urn rings a clarion trumpet.:

Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!

Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed
Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu;
And, happy melodist, unwearied,
For ever piping songs for ever new;
More happy love! more happy, happy love!
For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd,
For ever panting, and for ever young;
All breathing human passion far above,
That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd,
A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.

Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
To what green altar, O mysterious priest,
Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
What little town by river or sea shore,
Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,
Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?
And, little town, thy streets for evermore
Will silent be; and not a soul to tell
Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.

O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede
Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."

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Good versus Evil

What perspective do those hold who see the world stage as a perpetual source of chaos and calamity? It must by necessity be an apology for an imperium. A need for keeping the restive masses of humanity constantly at each others throats rather than at their real enemy. The "gods" must be honored and yet provide amusements amidst this veil of tears. Nothing really changes. It is pure illusion. There is an infinite empty space of society's ranks that allows for the rearrangement of titles like mere points on a grid that are meaningless in the end. This is the unspoken belief and "religion" that actuates the would be servitors of illusory financial power.

And yet there are those who would see and hear beauty amidst this most unnatural state of affairs. So thus Abraham Lincoln, William Shakespeare and Ludwig Van Beethoven's lives are as a beacon for the foolish few that would kick against the pricks. For in the end, what remains of our having lived but an example of a unremitting will to bequeath a mission to futurity that can finally overcome the insanity of worship of the graceless and execrable Mammon of the City of London and Wall Street? A will to discover and do the good, whatever the so-called odds of its attainment.

The Natural Order is Not Random

With the evidence that T Cells operate to direct mutations in order to combat invading diseases at the molecular level, it naturally follows that species operate in a similar manner against external threats. However, only one species, humanity, that we know of, acts self consciously to accelerate its own future well being by developing new degrees of freedom via the advent of technologies that redefine its resource base. Now we are being propagandized that we must give up this very mission orientation, in order to save mother nature. But that would be equivalent to operating with a sort of suicidal death wish. Just such an unnatural worldview has been promoted as wisdom increasingly over the course of the past century. Thus the irrational doctrine of randomness pervades the supposed intelligentsia.

The choice of future is increasingly stark: societal anomie or a concert of nations ushering in the transformative age of fusion energy

Riemann versus "Information" Physics

This really boils down to an issue of the ontological premise of supposed stuff called "information." Bernhard Riemann's 1854 habilitation thesis addressed the issue of continuity versus discreteness at its most fundamental level. There is no final elemental physical stuff isolated and apart from human cognition. Rather there is an ongoing evolvability, if you will, of substance that is confined to interacting domains of the inert, biotic, and noetic. These realms all exhibit necessary singularities of discreteness and potential continuousness.

Gauss' Higher Arithmetic and the Mythology of Climate Change

A recently non hysterical report on investigations regarding the solar minimum nature of cyclical sunspot activity and climate change was refreshingly welcome. This is especially so given the neo-Malthusian climate change agenda bombarding the "unenlightened masses" as "scientific" gospel. And these days the term gospel is germane given the turn away from the commandment to be fruitful and multiply in the book of Genesis toward the murderous worldview of the mother earth cults like Gaia afoot in today's putative academia. Listening to Obama's rhetoric (and Britain's Prince Philip, who wishes openly to be reincarnated as a deadly virus to cull the human herd of misfits) one could easily envision a newly minted form of a ministry of truth aimed at early construction of reeducation camps for the "deniers."

We live in a universe that conforms to an evolving principle. Karl Gauss developed a mathematical basis for the fundamental function of cyclical change known as higher arithmetic. The cited paper
"Heartbeat of the Sun from Principal Component Analysis and prediction of solar activity on a millenium timescale" if viewed in this light leads to some significant ontological implications. 

The false belief that humanity is limited to fixed natural resources is disproved by the ongoing history of scientific advances that redefine what constitute these very resources. This concept is widely acknowledged, for example, by the very names we give to the technological history of the human species. Animal behavior, on the other hand, is fixed. Therefore any system that would prohibit this uniquely human creative principle is prima facie profoundly unscientific from the outset. We are currently being misgoverned by a sort of church of latter day Luddites. And if we continue to deny this manifest quality of a higher ordering of human affairs that are not merely beholden to such cyclical "blind" forces of nature, we as a society will cause a radical new dark age far, far worse than any we have caused by such execrable benighted behavior heretofore.

If, on the other hand, we were to be governed by a unifying global initiative to develop the next phase of human history, the nuclear fusion age, including a cooperative space program to mine the fusion fuel helium 3 on the moon while protecting society from the danger of cometary impacts and space weather, vast water management and desalination projects, then we will have put to rest the madness of the age of mutually assured destruction. This can only come about by a take down of a cancerous speculative financial system that seeks to use geopolitical proxy warfare to control "limited" resources.