Answers to every question ever posed can be found in a microscopically thin atmospheric layer surrounding our home planet. All the information ever collected is stored there, as well. Each conversation, every fit of anger, every step taken by every soldier in every war, all the handwritten notes, each email sent and received, the flavors of every food ever eaten, every pet that has been a companion to humans, every person ever born, and the aromas of every flower that ever blossomed and every perfume dabbed on every neck, every insect that crawled on every surface, and every raindrop that ever fell —all of it exists in The Repository, that thin band of atmospheric magic. The Repository encircles Earth just beyond the troposphere, stratosphere, mesosphere, thermosphere, and exosphere. Atmospheric scientists do not know about The Repository, simply because it is so incredibly thin and transparent. No one really needs to know about The Repository; when its capabilities are needed, its functions will commence automatically. And when that happens, its next new cycle will begin. It will replicate forever…until it collapses on itself in recognition of the pointlessness of existence. Recent developments suggest that point may be reached sooner, rather than later. But that will eliminate only The Repository for our planet; identical functions exist in various forms for every planet in our solar system and every other celestial body, so we can assume the process will continue through all eternity.
Religious scholars and spiritual explorers have long sought something to which they can assign (for want of a better term) “supernatural powers.” The Repository, as it happens, may be that something. But, unlike the entities manufactured in the minds of clerics and alchemists, The Repository is not an all-knowing, all-powerful, supremely compassionate, monstrously evil source of all things great and small. Instead, it is a practical and incomprehensibly powerful component of celestial memory. It is the equivalent of a computer whose storage capacity and speeds will be forever impossible-to-obtain by humans (or our servants who are trained to think and do for us).
The Repository is composed of tiny pieces of incredibly thin silicone-like material. Each piece has a surface area no greater than a fraction of a miniscule portion of a tiny piece of glitter that has been torn into a thousand pieces. Each silicone-like wafter contains a comprehensive record of an event or an attribute or an idea or a being, along with the equivalent of a numerically-coded link to all other related experiences and entities. Basically, each wafer is capable of performing several billion functions simultaneously. It is like today’s most powerful super-computer, amplified on an exponential scale far greater than any number thus far conceived by the mind of humankind. This may help to understand a wafer a bit better: a single wafer holds enough information to enable it (if it “chose”) to train a dust-mite to design and construct all cities with a population of more than 10 million worldwide.
Ponder that, if you will.
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Finally, I’ve received my first hard-copy issue (July 2025) of The Atlantic magazine. The cover article, Witness by Elizabeth Bruenig, addresses her experience in being a witness to executions, including what she has learned in her years of covering the death penalty. The article comes at a time in our nation when executions are making a “comeback,” thanks in large part I think to the degradation of our society’s compassion, civility, and human decency. I have not read the article word-for-word; it is quite long and is not uplifting in the least. But what I’ve read thus far is intriguing, informative, and flush with observations that make me question how people come to the conclusion that the death penalty is ever appropriate. Yet once, long ago, I was a death penalty proponent. The questions I was inspired to ask about the practice, though, changed my attitudes and made me feel ashamed to ever have supported it.
I found another article from the July issue surprisingly fascinating. The author, Jason Anthony, writes about an odd game called mheibes that involves teams trying to guess which members of an opposing team are holding a silver ring and in which hand that player is holding it. The article, The World’s Hardest Bluffing Game, describes the game’s process. As simple (and as improbable) as the game sounds, it apparently teaches participants to apply their experiences in the game to determine whether an “opponent” is lying to them. Something as seemingly innocuous as seeing sweat on a brow or hearing stress in a voice can make the difference between “guessing” and “knowing.” Anthony notes that there are many bluffing games throughout the world, with different cultures favoring difference approaches to the process. I was surprised to learn how frequent the team captains are right in their determinations about who hold the ring and in which hand. The game Anthony writes about was held in India; I may explore whether there are any such games nearby. Poker, the most popular “bluffing” game, has never interested me much, but I might learn to appreciate it. First, though, I’ll look into mheibes.
Though I enjoy The Atlantic quite a lot, I think it is intended for people who are far more intellectual than I. My intellectual interests are quite broad, but rarely deep. I might be considered a semi-pretentious subscriber, rather than a semi-literate subscriber.
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It’s closing in on 9:00 a.m. I woke many times during the night, which I blame for sleeping late (until around 7:00 a.m.). I’m still wrestling with stomach pains. The painkillers tend to cause constipation, which can be more annoying and almost as painful as the pain the drugs are intended to quell. Perhaps sleeping pills will not produce the same side-effects. Another possibility to explore.
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