Star Light: The Milky Grey

Star Light: Chapter 1 The Milky Grey

                  

A memoir is insignificant to the extensiveness of reality. Reality might as well be dubbed existence, as whatever we experience hosts the idea of reality. In some way it occurred or another, whether it was a dream or a waking fact, or a pact of the soul and brain once again attempting to entertain an idea. So puzzling yet smeared into one's own being, such visuals lead you to believe you are seeing or rather imagining a dream. Nevertheless, my fascination is meaningless, after all existence seems to be everlasting. We beings of humble Earth are forever grasping at an idea about why we are here. In recent years the fears of us never knowing has kept us captivated, afraid yet well paid to continue such an aimless life in hope of finding an answer. Though prosperity never lasts, dilemmas arise and the lives of innately good Human beings are thrown into disparity. Madness, dissatisfaction, can be as inspired from within as the good things we emit in times of peace. Hence, this is my task, Sir, or Madam, or whatever manner of being holds a copy of this memoir, to inform you the brilliant venture of Humanity into the deepest alleys of space. Somewhere the Human has no place, stepping away from the circular History which has gone stale in taste. Though answers to existence are not a fall short from grace. It all began at the end of the 3rd World War, when Humanity became appalled with the devastation of its mounted wonders, its sky-scraping structures. The decimation of lands, cultures and traditions – ill decisions that gave birth to terror even in the most controlled and secure places. It was not safe, a state of nature with a Humane face. The countless lives laid to waste was truly a loss. The ultimate cost? Many professions lost a stake hold in importance, the arts stagnated as inspiration dwindled. Or rather it was smothered by the effects of War. That which survived has been utilised to inspire our new adventure. War is nothing more than a battle of supremacy, and yet the outcome of our 3rd earned more disbelief than peace.

War is as progressive as Human beings. From a pack of Neanderthals which we once thought nothing more than brutes, to the fruits of our labour and progressive nature in the upright Human being. That state of nature, where we contested each other for dominance, until one clan or group rose to prominence. To establish Laws to attack our flaws, limit our being and guide our living. Most species on our Planet need a few necessary things, to maintain their health, have a habitat to call or feel at home, to stay fed, have the means to protect itself from others and emotional needs or some urge of reproduction. Like a Venus fly trap posted to capture an insect to feed, or an Ant raised within a colony which selflessly agreed to work for the Queen in an agreed capitalistic mesh. What does it mean when we conquer the means of necessity? We expand and develop a taste for another, the wonder of a Human being springs from slumber. We can create, manipulate the mind and establish thoughts which allow us to unwind more ideas for purpose of living. For thousands of years we have been geared toward an array of ideas. With many ages depicted as dark, the next having the task of redefining its past. Gradually Human beings made the decision to identify some sort of life endeavour. As we fear the nearing end, to fend for ourselves and pretend we know what looms above – it makes sense to create a being or essence that might judge. Whether it is a phenomenon or a teleological aspiration, a moral disposition or a spiritual inclination. The magnificence of streaming volcanoes and undersea eruptions of the pregnant Earth, forever giving birth to new forms of life – like the stardust in the distance booming in the depths of Space's everlasting night. As we witness our own Planet, which provides for us like the bosom of a caring Mother, it is only right we step out of our own light and head for the dark. We Human beings have become so advanced, like a child grown into an adult as a result of its socialisation.

Whatever corner of the Earth Human beings reached there was always a way of life to teach, and that natural drive to survive by the minds own subscription is our existential battle that we cannot ignore. When under threat we are spoiled by War, aggression and oppression – a thorn in the side of morality. Born from the frustrations of our supposedly able Leaders, their agenda ridden ruling and manipulative fooling of the general public dismantled the idea of trust. How can people segregated by the factors of sex, race and class, status and past be asked to form a Society when they are tasked with overcoming this division? How cold is the warring of Governance, the media its weapon and policy its tactics – interchanging depending on the state of Society. We can ruminate about the past lunacy of Human beings, or at least that is what it seems – I mean if we were a part of a Society where our lives were on the line for simply living, wouldn't we make the decision to murder another? The genocides of old, horrific through the stories told, yet nobody truly knows what they would do if faced with the truth. Human beings are not wholly cute; we have the capacity to be as benevolent as we do malicious. What we know now as Human beings is not a means to separation, but rather a communal effort. That 3rd War was so Cold, numbing and vicious. The World had been fixated on ideas of people, untrue to their image, so slanderous and obstructive. The destructive nature of the media which nit-picked stories and intensified propaganda reached unreasonable heights. It carried clear misinformation and exaggerated Government made plots tying knots within peoples, discrimination was rife. Kites of peace were flown and protest flags sewn, the demand for love and acceptance grew but nobody knew what would come next. The feared secret of the red button was true, strikes dropped from the skies like aggressive clouds. Falling and destroying whatever it embraced, forever damaging the wretched Human face.

I was nothing but a child, the effects of War were not so grave for me to see. In honour of the fallen and devastated, the remnants of Humanity entered a plea, we all agreed never to speak of the prior times. The records reset the year to 0 and now we are at Year 57 ATD (After The Devastation). Unless in front of Historically inspired minds we find ourselves prevented to dwell on History. A clean slate where Humanity keeps its resilience, the spoken and written word shall always be heard yet understandably policed for the rights of peace. Education became geared toward remembering the tragedies of our History, the collective angst of a Humans reason and action. In a bid to learn from our Human Nature we conducted tests, ordered institutions to rework our physical and mental best to highlight them from the mediocre rest. These tests were to prove the capacity of Humanity's being, the greatest abilities our living has stimulated. For what is also desired in this endeavour is the emancipation of Human beings, freedom from our bodily schemes and directing ways. I wonder if there is matter that mirrors the waves of our Ocean, or spectacles that shapes the mind, not as far to unravel its ability to run but alter it to the extent the innate energies spent daily can be harnessed. I ponder about meeting other beings, conducting anthropological investigation, an ethnographic move to soothe our fears of alien interaction. A faction in the deep depths of space faced with uniting the beings of all of existence. Such ideas were simply hopeful dreams, though it seems that can become a reality with the new great dame, TP-CS. She soars into space as if it was born to swim through waves of nothingness. So accustomed to the darkness, it is a shining light, a manoeuvring star, tasked with shedding its presence on the essence of existence scattered across these Galaxies.