We Don’t Have Time


There’s a bird sitting on the roof of the Legendary Car. I think it’s an Olive Thrush. I can see it from where I sit at the keyboard through the growing network of outdoor cameras we keep stringing around the place. Not so much for security, perhaps – if we capture an intruder’s image we probably won’t recognise him and neither will the cops – but more out of a sense of something fun to do.

I make it sound trivial, fatuous – but it’s not. Really, it’s not.

Shopping this morning on this Heritage Day national holiday ( also known as Braai Day, which kind of makes me mad; we’re not all Boers) was surprisingly stress-free among the crowds. For once, we knew what we wanted, found it and purchased it. For once, the hapless fellow shoppers didn’t make me angry – with them and for them – at all. I just let them go.

Thinking now about how Frank Herbert hit on something necessary when he dreamed up the Bene Gesserit. The stated goal of the Sisterhood was (is!) the maturity of humanity. Their every action was shaped towards overseeing the successful transition of humankind from adolescence to adulthood, over several thousands of years.

And it’s a worthy goal. We are very, very much like unintegrated children. Killing each other while we yell into each others’ faces about our liberties being trampled on. Grabbing what we can, while we can, thrusting elbows into each others’ chests and trampling on the fallen. Indeed – pushing one another over before we trample each other.

We desperately need to grow up. Or at least, start to grow up. But there’s a problem here. We may not have the time.

We almost certainly don’t have the time.

Following the utter failure of the space program (in any country) to deliver us into Star Trek, we find ourselves with still just this one, lonely planet as Home.

This one place which supports us, gives life to us..this planet we are murdering in our childish viciousness.

We have to stop the Earth dying out beneath us – or destroying us all in her death-throes – before we can take the time and patience necessary to Bene-Gesserit ourselves into mature adulthood.

So, first things first. Stop the psychopathic kids among us from devouring the one foothold we have in this Dimension. Then get down to some integral maturing, perhaps?


Pic: Before the Deluge, Rankle and Reynolds

7 responses to “We Don’t Have Time

  1. I went to the shops too, tobacco, boerewors and rolls. More to feed the masses of children effeciently than any homage to “heritage”.

    Whats with the adverts?
    peace n love


    • I looked at a friend’s WP blog on my mobile and found the ads. Yuk. WP says they are either there because you’re part of a for-profit ad program, or you’re being served ads anyway to offset the cost of WP. And here’s how you can get rid of them…pay up!
      I’m seriously looking at going back to Blogger. Sigh.


  2. I always thought of the bene gesserits as trying to control the exceptional abilities of future mankind. They may state other goals (and the ones in charge may have other goals from time to time), but I felt the overall goal to be control, not just a means for them. They killed many people with exceptional abilities after they found that the kwisatz haderach wasn’t going to work for them. It seems that on many occasions they held back the growth of humanity so that they could hope to maintain control of its direction.

    You probably know this, but the people of star trek narrowly survived the third world war before they became generally better than us.


    • Hmm..we see the BG from different angles. Control may be one way to state their long term goals, but I dunno.
      It’s certain they wanted control of the KH, but I understood it as a factor in the maturing of human society.
      I guess I’m hopelessly in love with the Sisterhood, then, and see their aims as more humanitarian.
      As for Star Trek – yes, I probably did know that about their universe. But I’m a bit of an undercover Trekkie. Most of what I know about ST is semi-unconscious, and has more to do with my and my parents’ generations attitudes to the future. Like Where’s My Flying Car, Then?
      T in J


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