They don’t get it. Looks like they’ll never get it. Pity we can only observe, are not allowed to intervene. We could. Communication with alive shinies is possible. But we don’t. What would be the point? They come and go so fast. Better to let them do their thing.
Generating the kind of waves alive shinies can intercept is also super-duper strenuous. This high hot energy realm of theirs, it’s so messy, so early structure. Or would that be pre-structure? Probably. Never so sure about the difference. The alive bit strongly suggests structure, the overall mess is definitely pre-structure. Fascinating combination.
Anyway, we better stay in our cool distributed depth. We’re all watch, no play.
The alive shinies entertain us. There’s an improbable number of them, lots and lots and more lots. But very, very few are worth watching. Most only perform an incredible amount of high energy high frequency wiggling. They do a lot with no particular point beyond staying alive and multiplying, until they suddenly stop. Most of them don’t even try to see the bigger picture, never mind coming close to catching the faintest glimpse. Those are boring.
It took me a very long time, counting in burner cycles here, to find my first couple of interesting shinies on the condensation I’m watching.
A pair of what the dominant shinies call pelicans got it. No idea how these two pelicans managed, if they are specially equipped, why only this pair displays such a level of understanding. But they definitely got it, know how to avoid disaster, and desperately try to do the needful. The rythm, the patterns, they totally got in. But they’re not equipped to generate the right waves, never mind at scale. Their physique won’t do and they don’t do technology, can’t compensate. They know, try harder, and fail, and know. It’s terrible to watch.
The dominant species on the other hand would be more than able, technologically speaking, to safeguard their realm. They’re very much into generation of all kind of waves, and a hyperactive lot overall. Probability suggests they should have come up with the answer to the problem they don’t know they have, there’s such a mass of content. There should be the right combination, somewhere. But no, as of now, no. Nothing.
It’s unbelievable. Some of dominant species, the interesting ones, are at most five generations away from discovering our realm, at least in principle. They already know there’s something amiss, that their high hot energy realm isn’t the whole story. Quite a feat, for their kind. It’s easy for us to observe them, but the other way round is super hard. Too much going on. But they’d get there, if they had the time. But they don’t.
The magnetic core structure of the condensation will react any time now. Once it’s gone active mode, resonance will do the rest, with terrible effects on the whole condensation, and anything on it’s surface.
Pity, really. It’s a pretty condensation. And the pelicans are trying so hard.
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“Peter! Peter!!! Help! We’ve got an infestation!”
“Come on, Chris, no need to panic over one more rat,… What the hell?!”
“Yes, Peter, no rat. This is…, some kind of white albatross? Two white albatross?”
“No, Chris, albatross are black. And smaller! But cute noises they’re making. Let me just catch this for the sound samples library…”
“Peter! We need to do something, call someone. Do you think the pest control guys can help with this? Will we have to pay? Perhaps if we call the cops, we won’t have to pay?…”
“No cops in this studio, Chris, over my dead body! And they seem quite tame, the birds. Like they like it here. Natural performers, these two. Perhaps from the zoo, or some circus? Let me just record this. I’ve got an idea, for a cool mix. Good birdie, good birdies, one more round. This is catching. Right, Chris? Chris? No sense of humor today, do we? Come on, good birdies. That’s it, you hit it. This, with strings, real sharp strings, and some solid percussion, instead of that flap-flap sound, some good old whoom. This will be great, and totally new!”
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“… and the story with the pelicans?”
“Oh yes, bro, that’s so true. Still don’t understand how they turned up, in the studio, out of nowhere. The door wasn’t locked, not hard to push open, for a big bird. But there was no fish, nothing a pelican cares about. Mind you, didn’t even know they were pelicans back then, hadn’t met any, not much of a bird watcher. This was my lucky day, and they’ll forever get all the fish they can eat, when they drop by. My best mix ever, in the charts like forever, is based on a pelican song. At some point you couldn’t walk a street without hearing it from somewhere, out of a car, some window higher up, it was all over…”
“But some biologists don’t believe the story,…”
“Oh yes, don’t remind me. All over they were, the experts, like ‘pelicans don’t’, ‘never would any pelican’. Now look me in the eye: Would any musician ever pretend not to have come up with a tune? Truth be told, I was tempted, very tempted to say, ‘sure, you’re the scientists, you know best, must have been me, the composer’. I was tempted. But these two birds, they’re special. This would feel so wrong. The birds came up with the tune, I did the mix. That’s how it was done, and that’s how we share the credit.”
“So, to you, the pelicans are, like us, like people? Or even superior, some mythical beings with special powers? They say some people perform ceremonies, with that particular song. What do you think about…”
“Bro, let me stop you right here, full stop. What I think about those loonies? That they are loonies, of course! No supernatural, no magic, no pandimensional pelicans, no psychedelics in my house! Let me tell you what I tell the loonies, when they come and beg me to be their messiah. I tell each and every one of them: ‘It’s the music, stupid. The music, especially good music, catching tunes, like the one the pelicans came up with, it makes you feel empowered, you grow, you float, you’re good. It’s the music, stupid. Just listen to it, and enjoy.”
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What a lucky coincidence. Wonder who else is watching my favourite condensation.