The WeaveMothers agreed with a request to vibrate a string. They were whole as well as individual.
Maybe the unit would understand.
Imagine a future. In my future, you would choose a good one, one good for coexistence on this planet as long as we all have to live here.
See if you can act so as to turn reality towards that future. Plan. Create or discover the necessary resources. [Much more has been produced than that in the ensuing 49 months.] Shape a scheme.
Set up the dominos, as many as you can build, and try to find the words that will generate the change you seek. You will undoubtedly fail. Analyze feedback. Loop. Hope for convergence. Better yet, design for it.
It dawns on me that this is part of the reason I sometimes have gotten annoyed at lack of feedback. Feedback loops work better when there is more accurate feedback.]
Repeat over and over again, adding to the resources, revising the plans, changing arenas as necessary. Alter the initial conditions somehow. See if I can find the words to to start the dominoes knocking each other over.
Do what I can do. Incite, maybe even inspire, other people to do things which will add to what I can do.
Then do more.
If nothing else, maybe set an example. Inspire someone else to imagine that future, so that maybe it could be kept alive.
I wonder sometimes if anyone will be there to keep this hope alive. And wonder if some day change in the trajectory of reality will be achieved in an amount sufficient to converge to that future.
What else is a human being meant to do?
As the teacher once said,
We seek to fling our students, like peas, into the future.A better future...and with the hope those students will pull the present towards that future. And with hope that we have had more students than we realize.
Rapidly would be nice. I struggle with impatience sometimes.
This unit thinks she understands your message. I will attempt to vibrate accordingly."This may have happened before," vibrated a WeaveMother.
"Or it may not," came a response. "Perhaps that event was this one."
The WeaveMothers pondered.
In some future WhereWhen happentracks were minutely altered as the locomotive changed direction. The Greataway was vast and held a nearly infinite number of possibilities.
The Listener waited for the Tale to continue. Creation myths had always been a favorite. Co-creation was even more fun, what with reality twisting and all.
A WeaveMother became aware of the passing of the train. The Greataway was vast indeed, with even enough room for it to converge now and again.
Millions of intricate moves.
Mr. Stafford was father of one of my classmates and one of my childhood idols. I come by my pacifism honestly.
We live in an occupied country, misunderstood;
justice will take us millions of intricate moves.
--William Stafford, from Thinking for Berky
How better could I spend my time?