I have to leave in the early morning, and it’s a very long drive. But I’ll leave you with a question to ponder, if you will.
Supposing that the specific form and expression of consciousness called “human” is little more than a flickering candle flame in a wind; and supposing that this “wind” is time; and supposing that time is a measure of entropy; — Is it then conceivable that this flickering flame called “human consciousness” can burn out or become extinguished? Is consciousness itself vulnerable to entropy? The measure of entropy, here, would be a gradual degeneracy from a condition of thoughtlessness (or unreason) into mindlessness and finally into obliviousness and catatonia.
A kind of devolution, in other words, that can affect the entire species, and not just specimens of the species. Few seem to have asked the question whether human consciousness, too, might become subject to entropy and decay. Why have they not asked this question? Might the deterioration of the quality of consciousness pose an even greater threat of extinction for the human species than an asteroid impact or any of the other popular scenarios of worldwide cataclysm?
Perhaps extinction will creep up on us from behind — and from within — while we are looking for the danger outwards and ahead of us? A kind of misplaced vigilance.
This may be my last post for a while. I have been called away owing to a family emergency and may be gone for some time. I will be responding to comments while away, and perhaps will even find opportunity to finally finish my series on the Seth material we’ve been covering lately — how we can outrun the fate that Seth insists is inevitable for the planet and the human race unless the ego consciousness changes, and now becomes “familiarized with its roots”.
I still need to demonstrate how this is presently playing out.
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
–W.B. Yeats, The Second Coming
A post in which I once again pick up the thread of the Seth “prophecy….”