There’s been a bit of a medication screwup. :-/ I’m not entirely sure what to do about it ’cause while it’s mostly just messing up my productive time levels I’m concerned that it’s also diminishing craft competence. The worst case will be a week’s break while I’m impaired. The second-worst cases are “a week of filler” or “a week with only 1-2 entries.” The third-worst case is already here, that is, not finishing the letters column this week!
For those of you wondering what I’m up to in my other work: I finished some work for Unhallowed Metropolis that I suspect people will consider my first meaningful contribution to the RPG biz. There’s a bit of a crude flint-knife aspect to the tech but I’m quite shockingly fond of it. (No pun. It’s not anything to do with shock treatment, although I guess you could use it for that. But it’s probably more practical to just hit people on the head with Hero 5th edition until they become pliable.)
I am starting playtesting on a diceless rules set for somebody y’all know and love and I’m in early design stages on building a game for somebody else of whom the community is pretty fond. I’ve written another 6k on _A Society of Flowers_, pushing the draft up to 86.67% completion, give or take 8.5%. (After that, an edit, which should be quick, and then I hand that off and start working on the mortals book.) I’m working on a YA novel; I’ll be sharing the first bit of that with you at the next site code update. Since I’m being horribly laggard in taking advantage of the really rather shocking opportunity I was offered to do a graphic novel some time back, I’m considering taking out some of the Hitherby-specificness and converting Island of the Centipede to a manwha when done; would there be interest?
I also have an absolutely appalling number of things I really should turn into small ransom-model or print-on-demand RPGs and amn’t. And I have an exciting opportunity that’s under an NDA so strict that I should probably disavow the word “exciting” as giving too much away. And opportunity. I have an, yeah, that’s it, an.
I like November a lot. It’s a good month.
Donations for October totalled $40. Thank you! Also thank you for reading and commenting, and in particular to the following for the following kind words during October 2006:
chaomancer (“Very nice!”)
David Goldfarb (“Ding ding ding!”)
Eric (“Ooh, ooh, want!”)
EricHerman (“the Enlightenment hazaah!”)
madpawn (“I just made a two-page comic”)
Mithrandir (“*brain explodes*”)
Ninjacrat (“Well there you go”)
Penultimate Minion (“chanting for Society of Flowers since before I was born”)
Rand Brittain (“I confess to desiriousness”)
rpuchalsky (“very Vertigo”)
ryan (“how delighted I am”)
tikitu (“*way* spiffy!”)
villum (“I loved the ending of this story.”)
I’m fully aware that evolution can be used in a general sense to represent an attempt to improve oneself in some way. But, given that the Roomba in the Tower as an LED that reads “Evolution occurs over multiple generations” (or something like that, I haven’t looked it up), the standard biological understanding of evolution seems relevant. Evolution requires replication, mutation, and selection pressure. Not all of these seem to be present, so the mention of what’s happening as evolution seems a bit off. It wouldn’t if it didn’t seem so pseudo-biological, perhaps.
Here Mr. Puchalsky is speaking of Sarous. Sarous had been a blind fish in the rivers that flow through the hollow crust of the world—rivers made from water flowing down from the Earth, some say, or perhaps from the fluids of the titan Cronos who dwells there, interwoven with the crust, maintaining time. One day King Snorn, who had been a stone, went out into a great cavern and set his feet and spoke.
The words were difficult to say. He spoke like the lifting of a great weight. That was an undertone in his voice. The rumbling of stone like the shifting of great plates—you could hear that under the enunciation, in his voice.
Like a carrier wave.
I don’t know what he said, but it was something that awakened a fire in the creatures of that place. It was something that made their dharma to move, so that where they had held no purpose greater than blind survival, now they had a desire to be as people are. It made Sarous, who had been a fish, into a man, and made him to dream of an end to suffering.
I think that in this case Mr. Puchalsky is correct, but I would like to explore it a bit.
You see, there is mutation and selection pressure in this, although I am not sure that there is replication. Perhaps there may be.
When King Snorn spoke, one cannot imagine that every listener heard his words as they are. For all the effort he put into those words, he was still speaking over a noisy channel, and that noise, I think, mutates.
And when dharma moves it is not changed by other people.
You might imagine that, that because of King Snorn’s great effort to lift up the mindless things with the gospel of King Snorn, that he executed a change upon their dharmas; but that is not so. You cannot make others to change and you cannot control the pathways of their change. What you may do, ultimately, and only, is to choose the paths you walk yourself. So I think that one can view King Snorn’s words as a selection pressure of a sort.
I am not a biologist, of course.
I cannot speak as to replication; although I am surprised, because it seems to be a fallacy—a fallacy, oddly, directly relevant to this storyline—to think too greatly in terms of which things are different from which other things. It would seem to me that a single entity should be capable of evolution, in that “single entity” is a frame of categorization, while evolution is intended as a description of a process in the world.
That said, there’s an important and meaningful objection that you could be making here, and I’m not sure whether you’re making it or not but I’m guessing that you are.
That is, the assumption of this storyline—let us call it Ink Uninterrable—is that evolution moves towards a telos, a final “superior” state.
This is deeply problematic on scientific and moral grounds. Scientifically, because it’s just not the modern understanding of biology. Morally, because it’s very dangerous to get the idea in one’s head that you know or embody a superior way—a way that people should be going. Even though most of my exposure to this sort of thinking has been from the humane works of Andrew Greeley and secondhand rants about Teilhard from pretty good people such as Bruce Baugh and some of the ideas lurking in the corners of geek Rapture-style transhumanism, I’m aware that the idea of a telos in evolution has been used as a conceptual justification for racism and classism and is, in short, a pretty dangerous idea.
Even the idea that “people” are better than things that are not is kind of risky. I mean, it’s not *so* xenophobic in the absence of regular dealings with aliens or angels; it’s really mostly kind of a slight against the Order Coleoptera, which, to be honest, doesn’t really seem to care. But it’s still in a broad kind of thinking that violates the Copernican Principle at one end and basic social justice at another.
So what’s going on here?
Well, part of it is that I’m not a biologist; I’m a geek. I am also irrationally optimistic and I’m not likely to examine that optimism with the full scalpel of reason until it clashes with either my work, compassion for somebody, or some fundamental bit of ontology. I like having it.
The other part is that dharma is a great beast writhing to position itself in minimal comfort within the restraints imposed by those who have, over the years, seated themselves upon the throne of the world; there is a telos, for that beast, which is, a position wherein it may rest and consider, what is next?
The Paradise-Fall story could be seen as a kind of story about the beginning of evolution — both reproduction and selection pressure start at the same time. As such it would seem to have a good deal to do with the Hitherby theme of imperfection being in some ways better than perfection (because it at least gives you somewhere to go, something to do).
I guess there’s a case there. I think for me personally, it’s a bit like the covenant of the shark—what business is it of ours, the covenant of perfect things? We can never understand them. ^_^
There exist entities in the Hitherby universe who would prefer to cause suffering. The monster. Martin, if it was transformative. Possibly siggorts count.
I think Dr. Sarous’ opinion was that the desire to cause suffering is everywhere rooted in error.
This is hard for me to analyze because I believe it myself. ^_^
I’m not sure I really understand this entry yet, but all the stuff about lenses and fixing the broken world seems like a critique of Jane and Martin’s methods.
— David Goldfarb
Possibly. Certainly idealists are rarely very different from their worst enemies; that’s why I’m a pacifist!
At the same time, it’s not clear that Dr. Sarous’ methods in practice resemble Jane and Martin’s, just some of the underlying motives and ideas. I often suspect that motives are, as Jack Vance would say, noncupatory; the big thing is methodology.
Timeline is *way* spiffy! Is that ‘Chronological’ an implicit promise of other arrangements?
I used FreeMind to build that particular timeline, and it was the only way I could get everything to hang to the right of the root. *^_^*
That said, yeah, I’m thinkin’ about having a “presentation” order sometime!
If you’re going to talk about author identification, note the name Rebecca uses to post entries (this is visible in the RSS feed): Jenna.
— David Goldfarb
Hee hee. caught! But Hitherby_Admin set that up, not me.
Still, if you want to go into layers, you might find it interesting to note when she set that up, which is to say, at the transition to the imago.
And what if you put down the burdens and discover that you were wrong to think that the world would improve, but then it’s too late to pick the burdens back up again?
It’s never too late with the new Tachyon Sub from Subway! It uses the mysterious particles that keep Twinkies fresh, allowing its devourer to travel back in time! You can even get it toasted if you don’t mind explaining yourself to the Time Cops later^H^H^H^H^Hat some point.
On another note, I just made a two-page comic loosely based on early Hitherby for an art assignment! The characters’ heads are sculpted, and the rest is photo manipulation.
Jane and Martin have spent AGES wracking their brains about how to answer to suffering. Turns out all they have to do is find this guy and give him his balls back. Boy will _they_ feel silly!
“But what do you call this act?” says the King, somewhat disoriented.
“The Cakkavattisihananda Sutta!” declares the family together.
And just to see if I’ve got it straight, the ages of Hitherby history are:
Technically Uri and Cronos share an “age” (the Second Kingdom). That’s probably one of those factoids that’s more unhelpful than helpful, though. ^_^
– Transitional moment: ?
– Transitional moment: ?
Second Kingdom (up to the Titanomachy)
– Transitional moment: Time Begins
Third Kingdom (Hitherby histories from the Titanomachy to the Buddha)
– Transitional moment: World Breaks
Fourth Kingdom (Hitherby histories from Buddha to now)
If we go by the congruence of Hitherby to normal history, the one who comes after Zeus is God.
This is an interesting statement! But there’s no time for analysis! No time to discuss it! This entry’s going to end in just twenty more words! That’s it for today! I’ll answer comments from Ink Ascending onwards in my next post. ^_^