I've been awake since yesterday morning at 8 a.m. It is now 12:03. Forty hours of straight consciousness, and nineteen years old. I got an ugly feeling in the pit of my stomach when it hit me. That's such an ugly feeling to no longer be 18. I don't even care about 21. I wanna stay young forever. As far as lack of sleep, tomorrow's not even an empty day. But I have to get this damned Spanish caught up. Gool.
I was thinking the other day that it appears to me we've hit an evolutionary brink as a species/society. What I mean is we are following the Sigmoid growth curve to a T!
This pattern is occurring the exact same in humanity as has been demonstrated in bacterial cultures thousands of times; apparently this cycle hasn't changed since bacteria, or even earlier.
Do biological cycles/patterns evolve? Actually I'd probably venture a negative on that bet. But we are approaching carrying capacity, and it'll be huge if we are able to conscientiously stabilize. I don't think any other invasive species has ever achieved this without the introduction of a predator or drop in prey, with a drastic fluctuation in population. If we manage to stabilize without a drop in numbers, it would be nothing short of miraculous, as well as a tremendous benchmark for life as a whole.
I'm afraid I'm not really that optimistic though. =/
About Me
- Sir Lancealot
- This is my journal of experiences, thoughts, ideas, and experiments; it is erratic, sometimes fruitless, sometimes profound (at least for me). I don't advertise it, but I don't mind the occasional cyber-wanderer taking a gander at it. I tend to meander when I write, to jump to new topics without transition, and some things I say are tied to things I've talked about before, so feel free to hop around and just read what pops out at you.