Thank you

"Thank you, Lord, for all the gifts you've given to me today.

Thank you for all I’ve seen, heard, and received.

Thank you for the shower that woke me up, for the soap that smells so good, for the toothpaste that refreshes. Thank you for the clothes that protect us, for their color and their style. Thank you for the newspaper so faithfully there, for the comics, for my morning smile, for useful meetings, for justice done, for big games won. Thank you, Lord for the street cleaning truck and the men who run it. Thank you for their morning shouts and all the early noises.

Thank you for my work, the tools, my efforts; thank you for the metal in my hands, for the whine of the steel biting into it. Thank you for the satisfied look of the foreman for the load of finished pieces. Thank you for Jim who lent me his file, for Danny who shared his lunch with me, for Charley who held a door open for me.

Thank you for the welcoming street that led me here, for the shop windows, for the cars, for the passersby, for all the life that flowed swiftly between the windowed walls of the houses.

Thank you for the food that sustained me, for the glass of water that refreshed me. Thank you for the car that meekly took me where I wanted to go, thank you for the fuel that made it go, and for the wind that caressed my face. Thank you for the trees that nodded to me on the way. Thank you for the boy I watched playing on the footpath opposite. Thank you for his roller skates, thank you for his comical face when he fell.

Thank you for the morning greetings I received and for all the smiles. Thank you for my mother who welcomes me at home; for her tactful affection, for her silent presence. Thank you for the roof that shelters me, for the lamps that light me, for the radio that plays and for the news and for music and for singing. Thank you for the bunch of flowers so pretty on my table. Thank you for the tranquil night, for the stars, and thank you, Lord, for silence….

Thank you for the time you've given to me, Lord. Thank you for life, thank you for grace, thank you for just being there and listening to me and for taking me seriously. Thank you for gathering my gifts in your hands to offer them to your father. Thank you, Lord, thank you."

Source unknown, far away, many years ago.

Captain John Brown

By 1860, 12.5 million slaves had been shipped to the Americas. 

Only 10.7 million survived the voyage.

He was hanged one hundred and fifty years ago today.

There is much to his life and work that is perhaps not remembered today.  His goal was to free the slaves which he did, but he didn't live to see it.

Brown led the raid at Harpers Ferry.  It triggered secession and civil war that nearly destroyed the nation.  In the century and a half since then, we have indeed made progress, but the root of discrimination Brown was fighting against still persists despite our best efforts for change.  Why might that be?

Brown is an interestingly controversial figure. Depending on who you read, he was either a heroic martyr or a zealous lunatic.  Unlike many northern abolitionists, Brown advocated an armed insurrection.  He viewed the passive resistance of the many as inconsequential and without effect.

Brown being led to his hanging.

Kansas was up for statehood; Brown hoped to bring the region into the union as a free state rather than a slave state.  He hoped, with the help of Harriet Tubman and others, to raise an army, but lack of consensus plus layers of intrigue among abolitionists prevented the uprising of many on which Brown depended. At Harpers Ferry, the team captured the armory of 100,000+ weapons, but they couldn't withstand the counter assault.  He and most of his men were captured, and Brown was tried for murder and treason along with two others.  They were convicted and hanged.

On the morning of his hanging, December 2, 1859, Brown wrote: 

"I, John Brown, am now quite certain that the crimes of this guilty land will never be purged away but with blood. I had, as I now think, vainly flattered myself that without very much bloodshed it might be done."

The North and South lost 620,000 soldiers, plus another 870,000 were wounded or missing.

At the heart of it all is a conflict of principle -- one person either is or is not more human than another.  Whether discrimination is based on the color of their skin, their upbringing, their education, or their economic status, that's the principle at risk.  How might we have acquired such flawed thinking?  At the time of the Civil War, there were 3,950,000 slaves in the U.S. held by 390,000 slaveholders.

The methods of enslavement and oppression have changed, but for many in our culture and others, the same heart remains. What position might a thoughtful person of conscience take on the issue of persistent and enforced inequality?

Ex Patria

A most extraordinary quiet fills the control room which also doubles as our family room on regular days. Window walls with stars in the distance barely illuminate the desk where I sit.

It's so quiet.  ... without a thought intruding to distract from the view.  It's mega light-years to that far horizon, if you can call it that.  The screens on my desk show deep space imagery, galaxies viewed close up with color enhanced clouds of gas and matter yet to be assimilated.

All that we can see, all that we can touch, all that we can detect by physical analysis and experiment, leaves us with just this incredibly incomplete view.  Millions and billions of stars and galaxies, ... and we're stalled at that point.  Everything we can see and touch is just 5% of what there is.  Dark matter and energy are the remaining 95%; that's 'dark' as in we know almost nothing about it.

The screens on my desk ...

For the moment, I'm comfortably relaxed and between tasks.  We're beginning transit.

Chapter I

My wife is in the kitchen, singing along to some theme song.  She does that for her weird sense of humor and makes me do it with her.  She's right, it's funny.

Making the transit between solar systems is more like squeezing watermelon seeds than launching space ships.  Fun stuff, basic physics, and entertaining if you're trying to stir things up a bit.

3... 2... 1... the yellow light flashes red, and boink, we're underway.

Interstellar transit turns out to be a sequence of space-time warping events; the Alcubierre warp bubble.  In the emerging theory of everything, we discovered a 'thumb-and-forefinger' kind of dimensional pressuring (transduction).  Squeeze and squirt became the solution to a variety of travel problems.

... you can see the scenery rushing by, sort of.

So, the transit between solar systems is quick and uninteresting if you're riding the seed.  It takes between six and seven seconds, start to finish, regardless of distances involved.  No physical sense of acceleration or motion, but you can see the scenery rushing by, sort of.  

The flashing red light tells us we're in 'the sequence' so nobody opens a door or something equally inappropriate.  Tick-tock-tick-ding, we've arrived.  Or was that the microwave with my wife's brussel sprouts?  I should pay closer attention. 

The waterworld of Angolares, a Portuguese eco project that is barely begun but already impressive.

She stops by the window; the view is breathtaking, as always.  We'll move lunch to the desk here so the beauty doesn't go to waste.  The adventure part of our lives is mostly her fault.  I'd probably be glad to settle in one place, but she's always been a little ... odd.  Why would anyone want to visit a planet with a population of twelve? 

(When my great, great granddad was a kid, humans went to the moon for the first time. High risk, expensive projects, and terrible energy waste. An elevator to the moon would have used about $3 worth of electricity, but the Apollo missions cost billions each. Access to inexpensive energy for space travel didn't happen until we stumbled on the top quark which turned out to be about six times bigger than the Higgs boson.  Switzerland's large Hadron Collider (LHC) began turning out results around 2015, and things went wild from there. Now just eighty years later, our tiny house is also an interstellar recreational vehicle. And it costs about $380 to make the trip between stellar systems, but energy prices are still going down.)

Sea life is getting started here; pelagics, finally, with fill-ins down the food chain including a sprawling array of microbiologics and plantlife. That's the wrap-up of phase I, and the chemistry looks good.  For now, the seas are incredibly clean, sparsely populated, and safe.  She wants to explore it a bit, and at reasonable depths this time, I hope.

Donald Trump's first presidency was probably the tipover point for what became a new-tech world exodus.  Government hogwash pretty much plateaued with the Trump Stump, and adventurous folks began taking the available exits.  Just a few folks at first, but it grew to a steady stream.  Semi-uncorrupted countries with low governance levels were the early expat destinations.  Denmark and Sweden were popular, as was Belize for awhile.  Asteroids were the first off-planet preference for base-camping, but the tiny-house/RV fad has pretty well taken hold, so when it came time for us to find a place to live, that was the easy choice.  And now, here we are in Angolares!  Okay, back to work. ~Arthur C. Clarke, IV, 2094