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generation x

Is it just me, Adeline, or do they chase something that has no reality (money), grow a crop they can't eat (grass), drive polluting machines to be “spoilt” and then panic that their bodies are in poor shape and the planet is polluted? C'mon, we've got to do better than that.

talent

"Lucy, it's time to tell kids that the skills and talent they have are the right ones for what they are passionate to do, in the way they are passionate to do it, to trust their instincts. We need to tell them that they are are enough and discovering their own talents is an exciting journey of self-discovery. To select only certain qualities, to expect behaviour more suitable for the elderly, is torture for both mind and body. Everyone has talent that is so unique that it needs to unfold like a flower. When the environment is right, kids will thrive; for when teachers are like the patient gardener, blooming is natural."

Church

The church was tiny and cheap, with plastic stained windows instead of glass. Instead of pews, metal benches ran across the room. With a shiny tiled floor and the smell of old cigarette smoke, it was practically a Vegas Chapel.

Emotions

"Charlie, without joy every sweet thing is bitter; cake is guilt, wind is cold, rain is depressing. With joy they are uplifting; cake is rich, wind is refreshing, rain is cleansing. Every small thing in life is a moment able to nourish the soul if we let joy in. Live with awe, humbleness, present in each moment and the gifts of life will fill you to the brim, so much that your joy will overflow and make better the lives of all around you."

happiness

"Charlie, without joy every sweet thing is bitter; cake is guilt, wind is cold, rain is depressing. With joy they are uplifting; cake is rich, wind is refreshing, rain is cleansing. Every small thing in life is a moment able to nourish the soul if we let joy in. Live with awe, humbleness, present in each moment and the gifts of life will fill you to the brim, so much that your joy will overflow and make better the lives of all around you."

joy

"Charlie, without joy every sweet thing is bitter; cake is guilt, wind is cold, rain is depressing. With joy they are uplifting; cake is rich, wind is refreshing, rain is cleansing. Every small thing in life is a moment able to nourish the soul if we let joy in. Live with awe, humbleness, present in each moment and the gifts of life will fill you to the brim, so much that your joy will overflow and make better the lives of all around you."

morality

"Mika, 'morality' is the false horse of our times; empathy is the key. For with enough love to enter the mind of another, to feel their feelings, to join with them from their inside so they can feel warm companionship - this is the true path toward peace and healing. Sure, there are often rocks underfoot, but it is the way into sunlight and warm sands. Trust me."

changing the world

From then on legal names meant nothing; it was how we broke the spiral of control. Every baby born was called Charlie Smith - girls and boys. Then we gave them whatever "nick name" we wanted. If the authorities wanted a name they got Charlie Smith - after all, nick-names are for friends only. We learned how to grow food, how to make clothes and build homes. We cooperated with one another, no more "contracts," just a hand shake. What could they do, we were all just friends helping each other out, right?

futuristic house

My home is an "Earthship," or at least that's what we call it. The name brings to mind an image of our planet like a spaceship, which feels just right. She is floating in space; she is our life support, our only experience of existence. And so they way we live is to honour Earth and nature - to savour this life in our ecosystem. My home is mostly subterranean, with a wall of glass on one side. We catch rain and sunlight just like the plants; we grow food; we live in peace. There are so many ways to build a home... and these sprawling boxes with acres of a grass crop grown for neither man nor beast are truly silly.

storms

I felt myself sink into a state of ease, for I knew what was coming next. The impending was inevitable and I could sense it nearing. Thunder rumbled in the distance and a bolt of lightning cracked the midnight blue sky into two. Jagged flashes of pure light cast a glow against the monochromatic background. For the past week, I lay in bed fervently hoping I'd wake up to the gentle patter of rain on my windowpane, an escape from the scorching heat; and now, here it was, cascading in diagonal sheets in its full glory. There was a certain rhythm to the downpour that I caught amidst the wind unleashing a torrent of its own. The rain exhibited no sign to cease, the inception of the storm had only just arrived.

Disorientation

It was like she was in a dream. The sounds of lockers slamming and teenagers chatting were a little louder than usual. It almost felt like her world was spinning, and she just wanted to sit down.

rocks underwater

Salt water pooled around my knees, calm and ambient. Each bare foot rested upon smooth rocks; rocks too pretty to be left untouched. I bent down, scooping one in cupped hands, careful to keep my sunhat balanced upon my head. The rock pressed my skin like an oceanic kiss and glistened with the light of the sun. I released it into the briny air, watching for the arcing splash, feeling as if time itself was as spellbound as I. Before I knew it, I was gathering another from below, mesmerized even before I gave it flight.

feeding the world

"Carmel, feeding the world is simple. Biotech breakthroughs are more akin to the icing on a cake rather than the eggs or flour. The 'first world' suffers antibiotic resistance due to the crowding of farmed animals - animals who consume much grain and water. The rest of the world struggles to have enough grain and water. The solution for everyone is a more plant based diet, keeping animals only where they can roam free. We are already producing our clothing from biotech spider silk and recycled plastics... so no more land and water needed for cotton production. We have zero issues with food production, zero; our species just needs to figure out how to share. As the Isley Brothers said, we need a harvest for the world."

ai

AI NEVER EQUAL
AI will never match the human brain. It can be programmed to solve math problems, measure distances, work on assemble lines, move
heavy objects, even write essays, but it will never equal the human brain for at least one reason. There is absolutely no way to place a “subconscious mind” in a robot. As a matter of fact, with as much as we
know about the brain, we still have no idea how the brain stores memories. AI may become able to reason with precise accuracy, but it will never be able to “work on a problem” subconsciously as the human brain does.
And then, the subconscious mind “pops” the answer into our
conscious mind. The subconscious worked it out totally.

religion

Once upon a time there was a group of very clever hippos. They learned how to draw pictures in the mud, some sweet, some salty and some naughty. They laughed in the way that hippos do and had a happy life in their eden of mud and water.

Well, one day a hippo got worried; he worried and worried that there could be an invisible hippo in the sky watching their hippo-ness. He loved his fellow hippos and decided that they must be clever enough to figure out what the sky-hippo might want. A hippo that could make a world must of course be very powerful. He imagined what a sky-hippo might do if he got angry and his hippo knees knocked together. So, he imagined how to make the sky-hippo happy. Then... oh no... he wondered if the sky-hippo might punish them for bad "hipponess" even after they had died! And so, he set about teaching the other hippos how to be good hippos.

The other hippos listened, laughed and played... they ignored him and he felt very frustrated and very angry. “They must listen!” he thought, “I will tell them about what the sky-hippo does to naughty hippos!” And he did. Well, everything changed. The hippos sat glumly in the mud and water. They looked up at the sky, then they were very very good and very very sad inside. There was no more innocent hippo fun, only what the sky-hippo might approve of.

Generations passed, the hippo who told the stories of the sky-hippo best became the new leader and the other hippos stopped their different hippo ideas. They got a look in the eye that was fearful and if anyone spoke ill of the sky hippo, they became very angry because these stories were all that made the world make sense for them.

And... the silliest part of our hippo story is that there really was a sky hippo! And the sky hippo only wanted the hippos to remember what fun it is to be a hippo in mud and water. The sky hippo wanted them to be happy and kind to one another and their hippo-world because, after all, he really was a wonderfully loving sky hippo

Racism

Arc finished her glass of wine before answering. It wasn't that she needed time to think, but there were times she began to feel like a scratched record being asked for the same song over and over. "When cultural guilt becomes submerged, it resurfaces as racism. The stronger the guilt, the stronger the abuse and prejudice that follow. Should there be a greed or power motivation to maintain the racism, then it becomes culturally reinforced and defended. Rare, induced or orchestrated occurrences of violence in the victimized population generate fear and the problem becomes entrenched for generations. But we can do better than that; we can choose to be fair and kind, to know that we are one species belonging to the Human Era. Don't look so glum, Cleopatra, welcome to the year 12, 017 - though in truth we've been evolving for far longer than that. After all, what is racism when seen in the light of evolutionary history? It's a crass excuse to be shitty to another person. Any idiot can be nasty, it's empathy that takes real brains."

rain

Softly splashing water droplets hit the car windows as we drive onwards. The skies are overhung with a blanket of grey, so much so that I can barely tell the difference between the sky and clouds. Despite car rides feeling tedious, the rain commonly calms me - I watch raindrops race down to the windows. The occasional wave of a puddle can be exciting, but I'd rather be outside in those puddles than stuck in this car.

driving in rain

Softly splashing water droplets hit the car windows as we drive onwards. The skies are overhung with a blanket of grey, so much so that I can barely tell the difference between the sky and clouds. Despite car rides feeling tedious, the rain commonly calms me - I watch raindrops race down to the windows. The occasional wave of a puddle can be exciting, but I'd rather be outside in those puddles than stuck in this car.

abandoned building

I was prepared... backpack, flashlight, extra batteries, camera, phone, and a knife. The building looked ancient and rusty, fit to fall apart with a single touch. One deep breath in and I slowly put my foot on the step. It creaked; I froze. The crickets had been barely audible, now they almost deafened. The paint peeled like parched soil, breaking the graffiti around the broken windows. I reached for the doorknob. Yet there were letters formed in violent strokes... 'DO NOT...' As the door swung wide a stench flooded out, the smell of something, or someone... rotting.

fear

Being with Arc was like resting in a house while a gale raged outside, like in her presence time itself became more calm. She always said the root of all fears, the rotten root of mankind, is the "fear of need" and our task is to meet this fear with the same resistance a rock shows to wind - that the resolved person lets fear blow around them and remains resolute in a will to be kind.