The Velociraptors Redux
And now some excerpts from Jurassic Park:
You’re saying this is a piece of dinosaur eggshell?
“Absolutely,” Grant said.
Harding shook his head. “These dinosaurs can’t breed.”
“Evidently they can,” Gennaro said.
“That must be a bird egg,” Harding said. “We have literally dozens of species on the island.”
Grant shook his head. “Look at the curvature. The shell is almost flat. That’s from a very big egg. And notice the thickness of the shell. Unless you have ostriches on this island, it’s a dinosaur egg.”
“But they can’t possibly breed,” Harding insisted. “All the animals are female.”
“All I know,” Grant said, “is that this is a dinosaur egg.”
Malcolm said, “Can you tell the species?”
“Yes,” Grant said. “It’s a velociraptor egg.”
. . .
“Linearity is an artificial way of viewing the world. Real life isn’t a series of interconnected events occurring one after another like beads strung on a necklace. Life is actually a series of encounters in which one event may change those that follow in a wholly unpredictable, even devastating way.” Malcolm sat back in his seat, looking toward the other Land Cruiser, a few yards ahead. “That’s a deep truth about the structure of our universe. But, for some reason, we insist on behaving as if it were not true.”
. . .
On another monitor, Grant saw a pack of raptors racing at full speed across an open field toward a four-ton hadrosaur. The hadrosaur turned to flee, and one of the raptors jumped onto its back, biting into the long neck, while the others raced forward, circled around it, nipped at its legs, leapt up to slash at the belly with their powerful claws. Within minutes, six raptors had brought down the larger animal.”
Here at Hidden Leaves, we’re fond of referencing Jurassic Park. For one, it’s a damn fine book, fine enough that merely thinking about it puts us in a ‘royal we’ sort of spirit. For two, it’s a quite applicable yarn. For three, we’re coming upon a holiday weekend, traffic tends to die down, and it’s best to keep our powder mostly dry and dip into the well.
What got us started down this path was our friend Al’s similar laziness. At first we were just going to re-post the original and call it a day, but there was too much about Greek and English riots, not exactly the most topical of topics even as the structural issues persist. That does underscore our point. Chaos moves in chaotic patterns.
38% of women in this country are single moms. In my generation, it is close to the national statistic.
20% of white women will never have children. 25% if they are educated.
50% of marriages end in divorce.
I ask you right now, what society can survive that kind of damage?
There are some that think I am pessimistic, misogynistic and that my views on feminism are too extreme.
I tell you they aren’t extreme at all.
The truth is in front of you.
It is too late to save western civilization.
Governments may fall. Institutions may rot. Civilization, to invite a semantic debate, well, we’re not so sure that is about to end. Perhaps it shall become more narrowly applied, carved out in genteel tribal enclaves, but Adele has not yet sung her final song. From cave to architecture, from smashed berries to watercolors, from stretched skins to baby grands, the drive for aesthetic pleasure has persevered. Such perseverance drives life to find a way, such as it has, such as it will. As Malcolm said, real life isn’t a series of interconnected events occurring one after another like beads strung on a necklace. Sure the velociraptors may start breeding, but in the end, higher IQs and stronger firepower usually prove useful.
The human heart also has a chaotic pattern. The time between beats does not remain constant; it depends on how much activity a person is doing, among other things. Under certain conditions, the heartbeat can speed up. Under different conditions, the heart beats erratically. It might even be called a chaotic heartbeat. — from ‘Chaos Theory – A Brief Introduction’