Simultaneous Expansion

Since the swift and mighty sword has now cut through the first of our metaphorical samurai; that is, since the first of God's three similar military maneuvers has just been completed, I thought we might talk a little today about how the world dies; I mean the physics of it, not the politics and the metaphysics of it.
 
Remember, we are talking about planetary death before the cock crows three times in 2065.
 
Of course although you are still ignorant of it now you will all know the Earth is dying some time before she breathes her last.  By "you" I mean all you human beings, living and dead.
 
How many times have I heard someone say when I've talked about this, "I'm glad I'll be dead by then"; but therein lies the nasty surprise, there is no such thing as death, and the dead will eat this fire just as will the living.
 
That, however, is metaphysics, not physics; and in the metaphysics of it you can see how God never had to create Hell for you--even if God had ever wanted to create Hell for you (a concept which is utter nonsense)--because in killing your planet you created Hell for yourselves.
 
The politics of  the death of this Earth is also a different pit of snakes.
 
The politics is horrible because the Earth does not just die one day of a nice clean heart attack, maybe in the middle of a nice roll in the hay; no, she dies slowly by degrees; she quakes a bit more, she storms a bit more, she tosses and turns and says crazy things to spirits visiting her enflamed brain; and all that time you, all of you, all the living and all the dead, get meaner and meaner and crazier and crazier and scarder and scarder, and suddenly you are all Satan together, Satan's children visiting Satan's Disneyland.
 
That is the politics factor, and like the metaphysics factor we do not want to talk about it today; we want to talk today about the physics factor, namely "Simultaneous Expansion".
 
To do that I must return to that bugaboo of my life's work, my pointing out to you the very last thing you want to know, the thing you most hate to know, better you might think I cut off all your penises and turn to muck all your vaginas (which you will have done to yourselves in about 32 years); better to do that than to tell you it is your sucking of oil that kills the Earth.
 
I know, I know, I am the only person saying this.  Call it balls, call it brains, call it calling a Spade a Spade.
 
So, to the physics of your Doom.  We Space Sailors have a concept called Simultaneous Expansion, and it is this Simultaneous Expansion which at the genesis of things gives life to planets.
 
To understand Simultaneous Expansion you might take a little journey in your mind's journey machine toward the center of the Earth, as if you were digging your way to China as Americans would see it, digging, digging, digging, then suddenly reaching and swimming through the molten mass of her core, and then to dig, dig, dig until breaking surface again near the Great Wall.
 
There is in that molten environment at the Earth's center a great force always attempting to expand, and as that force expands toward the surface of the Earth there takes place growing resistance to that expansion.
 
That resistance consists of everything, the air of the sky, the water of the sea, the mantle of the Earth, the dirt of the land, the dust of the meteors, the roots of the trees, the cow pies in the pastures, the people walking the Earth and the bums drunk in the gutter, and (that bugaboo again) the weight and texture oil.
 
That is to say, the oil performs natural functions other than driving you to war and allowing billionaires to put their hands into your pockets.  Oil is the gyroscope of the Earth, oil is the cushion that allows expansion without rupture.
 
Back to the subject of Simultaneous Expansion.  For the lack of better words today, let's call this resistance Love, and it is Love that makes the world go round; and let's call this expansion Hate, and Hate destroys the world.
 
Volcanoes represent weaknesses in the resistance, represent pinpoint examples of the battle between Love and Hate in which Love loses to Hate, in which one tiny speck of the  Simultaneous Expansion it freed by a weakness to expand toward the surface.
 
Earthquakes represent a similar dynamic.
 
On the most part, and in the natural development of a living planet, the more the core of the Earth cools,  the better resistance holds against the force of expansion, and God is in God's Heaven and all is well with the world.
 
That is, the nature of the planet becomes less turbulent, and peace becomes easier, and sanity becomes more common than insanity, and the lions lie down with the sheep.
 
There are, for example, fewer Earthquakes and volcanoes in the world today than there were in the time of ancient Rome...or there should be were the Earth's pregnancy going as it should, and that brings us back to the sucking of oil.
 
Pregnancy?  Oh, yes, you do not yet know about the birds and the bees, do you?  Another time, we are talking about Simultaneous Expansion today.
 
While resistance should be winning its battle with expansion and the world should be becoming more peaceful, this natural course has been disrupted by the sucking of oil, and Love is losing the battle against Hate, and after a time the whole damn world will explode because the internal pressure will far exceed what the external resistance can accommodate.
 
That is the story of Simultaneous Expansion.
 
It seems to me that while that swift and mighty sword is cutting through the second samurai it might be a good time to review the larger story, the story of how we Space Sailors in our millions were asked by God to sail here, and how we found this Earth dead and exploded and in the process of forming an asteroid belt around the Sun, and how some of us traveled back in Time in an attempt to re-engineer her course, and some of us plucked souls from Hell, and some of us waited to ambush Satan at the pass.
 
We call that story The Law of the Sea, and unless a bigger story is breaking I will outline it for you next time.
 
I suggest, though, that while your government pigs and media weasels have been able to keep much of the information about the first samurai cutting-through from you, the next cutting-through will be more powerful, and the third more powerful still; so my spinning yarns of Space Sailors at home and Space Sailors at sea and and Space Sailors dreaming of sailing home again will, perhaps, be put aside.
 
So, pending breaking news, tomorrow we approach The Law of the Sea.