In the reality outside our limited conceptions, our planet is something
we do not yet have an even vaguely accurate metaphor of. The concepts
we have crafted and possess are flatter than our early maps of the
world were — in dimensions our knowledge hasn’t yet
equipped us to recognize or value.
So this flattness problem exists in ways we can’t
yet detect or discuss, and its results have afflicted our species
in scalarly amplifying waves of confusion and atrocity since the
early introduction of symbolic representation in our ancestors.
Earth is not a what, or a thing — or
a god — she is more like something ‘beyond animal’
that is alive, complex, and self-aware in ways that put the broken
toys of our common models to shame.
Just because we don’t yet have a decent
concept-form to contain or discuss what she is, doesn’t mean
we cannot explore models more alike with reality than with our expectations.
For example, we can understand that Earth
is a transentient hyperstructure. Like our own bodies she magnifies
the diverse relation of her myriad constituents into seemingly impossible
potentials of consciousness and awareness.
As an animal, she invests her organismal,
biocognitive, emotional and relational complexity in her children
— of which she is comprised. Each organism on Earth is a complete
instance of her, not merely a participant.
This means that her children are something
entirely unalike another of our common (and brokenly flat) concepts:
animal. Organisms on Earth are sentient hyperstructures
like Earth — first — and ‘animals or
plants or cells’ second — if at all.
Earth is not inhabited by animals.
She is comprised scalarly relational dimensions of biocognitive
organs. Just like you and I.
She only produces that which is instance
of her schema. She is not a thing, or an object, at all. What Earth
is has nothing to do with inanimacy. She is a cup, into which flowing
sunlight pours, and within which an endless living library has been
learning itself for more biological time than we could make numbers
In at least three dimensions, Earth is many
times the age of the physical universe she inhabits... and so are
Earth is a sentience nursery, with powers,
transports, and purposes that are so beyond our expectation that
none of our stories to date have more than hinted at what is actually
here, with(in) and around us:
A living library billions of factors the
age of our Star.
As we rediscover the accessible realities
of relation here on Earth, we will cease to long so fervently
for contact with other worlds, for we will find, right here in
our own biosphere — that there is nothing else going on.
I believe that the direct experience of this is going to change
what it means to be human, in a way no one ever imagined.
I think it’s happening now.