Let me, let you, in on a little secret.
Ten people, maybe eleven in this world know what’s going on. Betelgeuse is the star of the show, the final act if you will. Obliteration is inevitable and only a few privileged among us know. Bound by oath only answerable to humanity as a whole, for in our final days we will be gone in a flash of wonder. Amazement is the gift of our final moments. Their secret is thus revealed…
The star is heading our way, it’s been heading our way for 600 years.
They knew in 1988, and what we are seeing now (with the dimming of Betelgeuse in the night sky) is the beginning of the light show. Forty-four years from today the blast radius from the supernova will obliterate every living cell on planet earth. So they tell us to look up and admire the pretty light show when only they know, the select few, that this is the end.
So there you have it, an admission of future ambition. If Trump was President of the United States, “things would be a lot different”. Here’s what he knows;
- The Anthropocene epoch will end in 2064.
- Dazzling light shows in the night sky every November until then will be the talk of the world.
- Until finally, on the fateful date, I will be eighty-eight, and among the wisest generation, the final few atop the phylogenetic chain we now call humanity.
- Trump will be 117 if he lives that long, he will be the longest living President.
This is why the oil companies haven’t changed course. There is no need to change with our fate so finite. How do you explain this to a twelve-year-old who can’t possibly live past her fifty-sixth birthday? To some extent, this gloom-and-doom feeling is taking shape regardless. Despite the best intentions, we are gathering to protest. The climate crisis is taking shape. For me, the Platonic ideal is to let the smallest group of people know and by doing so shelter the rest from the inevitable countdown to Armageddon. Imagine a flash of light so brilliant in November, a month of remembrance we will never forget. The tragedy of all tragedies playing out before our eyes. Would you want humanity stricken with panic or standing in awe as their atoms are blown apart? Given the choice, information becomes censored for our own benefit. Wouldn’t you agree?
Trump’s one of the privileged few that know. What you are witnessing is his master plan to salvage what he can, here and now. Future generations? Meh! Forget about it.
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