I may be taking IT's post about Children of Men and the whole thing with the fox too seriously. But, I've started noticing a pattern. The pattern is immediate, about my life. But I suspect that it fits other people's lives as well. And, I see it in global matters. The scary thing--I have an explanation for it, or pieces of one, not a full one (which would be impossible in terms of the theory, as you'll see if you keep reading). And, I might believe it.
The pattern: my lucky bamboo has started to die--but not from the roots or the stem, from the leaves. This has never happened to me before. I'm having problems with my skin--also a new thing. There were bugs in my son's hair. It's very, very windy and has been for at least 2 days. Plants are starting to grow into my basement.
More on the pattern: the lack of distinctions between fact and fiction, truth and lies; the encroaching ecological disaster; the way that the US is giving up on democracy and people stay isolated in their homes; the lies about Iraq (Bush says that the deaths there are exaggerated by the insurgents' sophisticated media operation and those who hate America); the horror of Darfur that persists and persists and persists...
Note: I am not saying that the bugs in my son's hair are equivalent to Darfur. What I'm saying is that the macro pattern reappears in small elements of everyday life.
1. physicists can't explain why time runs in one direction.
2. entropy, stuff tends toward disintegration or dissolution
Conclusion from the details and the two theories: what if the world has already ended and we are
persisting in its degrading memory? This may seem to make more sense if we focus just on entropy. But I started to wonder about the time dimension, thinking that things might go backwards after the world ended and that backwards shouldn't be understood simplicistically, like rerunning a tape or something, but in larger chunks that let us glimpse the breakdown and dissolution back into nothingness. Also, I think that I need the first point in order to account for the persistence that is in the process of fading and dissolving. So we persist, but the distinctions are fading, and with it, the people we have been, the lives we have led. Perhaps our awareness of the end is why we keep typing, as if we want to send out or retain messages for the aliens from the distant future (like at the end of AI).
At any rate, the incompleteness of the theory, its failures, also indicate that it's right (in the grand tradition of Marxism and psychoanalysis, the disproof is the greatest proof): the failures indicate the process of dissolution in which we are caught. Clarity is lost, impossible now that the world has ended and we are but drifting components of its dwindling memory.