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MMM Classics Year 10: MMM #s 91-100 - Moon Society

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heard by pups?<br />

There are legends and books about “ancient astronauts”<br />

or ancient visitors to Earth from out beyond. Here, by<br />

ancient we are going back only a few thousand years. That’s a<br />

moment ago on the time scale of the galaxy. On the <strong>Moon</strong>,<br />

where the landscape is billions of years old, not millions, let<br />

alone mere thousands, we will see the sweep of time in better<br />

perspective. On the <strong>Moon</strong>, truly ancient traces of past visits<br />

would not so easily be erased. That visitors may have come our<br />

way once every few hundred million years is a far easier<br />

expectation to justify than that they just happened to come<br />

along at this particular moment when we are first beginning to<br />

wag our tails. Again, since the lunar environment is so preservative,<br />

the earnest search for such possible traces and relics<br />

would be much more respectable. Either finding sapient relics<br />

or catching the sound of sapient whispers from out in the night<br />

of space time, would forever change our view of ourselves. We<br />

would remain special, even unique, but no longer alone.<br />

On the lunar and space frontier, those interested<br />

could expect a quantum level increase in the job opportunities<br />

to pursue this wonder in more than meditative and mystical<br />

fashion. The expectation of success may begin our transformation<br />

in advance of any detection event.<br />

The Cheshire Smile<br />

Jews, Christians, and Muslims have all had their<br />

“mystical” periods. The presence of whole, sizable communities<br />

beyond Earth will sooner or later give birth to a renewed<br />

mysticism. For in truth we need not wait for electronic signals<br />

to establish “contact”. We can each, inside, look out into the<br />

depths of the universe and say “Hi, I know you are out there.”<br />

And we’ll know that out there in many places and in many<br />

times, others like us are looking out and saying hi as well.<br />

Mystically, we can look into each other’s souls and smile. To<br />

some that will seem like nothing. But in truth it is a lot. There<br />

can be a mystical bond of fellowship based on our common<br />

“creatural condition” - we all know “how it is”. No amount of<br />

biological, social, historical, or technological difference can<br />

change that. The golden key to the Cosmic Club may be a<br />

mystical one. Together we can sense the awe, beauty, and<br />

wonder of it all, together in a cosmic church.<br />

Recall the fable of the Cheshire cat which vanished<br />

except for its smile or grin. Perhaps this is an apt metaphor for<br />

mystical C.E.T.I. - [mystical] communication with extra<br />

terrestrial intelligence. For there is here no transmission of<br />

data. As fellow creatures, we fully share the creatural<br />

condition. We are born, we live, and we die, and against many<br />

hurdles we are called upon to make personal sense of it all.<br />

Life will have its joys and sorrows, pleasures and pains,<br />

triumphs and tragedies. These things are transcendental the<br />

character of being a creature in a universe - no differences in<br />

biology, culture, technology, or economics can touch that. And<br />

since these are the only significant things when all is said and<br />

done, that leaves us an enormous amount to commune about, to<br />

feel kinship through, with which to exchange Cheshire smiles.<br />

Alike we share the reproductive vocation of the life stream of<br />

our cradle worlds, alike we strive to transcend individual and<br />

communal death. In comparison with this, all the data we might<br />

hope to learn from radio communication or actual contact with<br />

alien species becomes trivia. Here on the Cheshire plane we are<br />

mutual siblings of Creation, not mutual aliens. We may have<br />

different Mother Natures (in the sense of womb-world life<br />

streams), but share one and the same Father Sky, the tidal force<br />

of all the universe and of everything within it through all the<br />

ages towards a Beatific Vision. Everything really significant to<br />

commune about is right here.<br />

The social character of personal frontier vocations<br />

Each man is an end unto himself, says Ayn Rand. Yet<br />

nothing is more true than that the self-involved never find<br />

themselves nor learn who they are. Identities are not given;<br />

they cannot be found looking inward. Identities can only be<br />

forged in finding a role to play in community with others. Yes,<br />

we must develop our own talents, but they will find fruition<br />

only in the context of others. The hermit will be forever lost<br />

and forever “no one”.<br />

On the lunar and space frontiers, the need of everyone<br />

to play a part against the tremendous odds will be more keenly<br />

felt. Despite the hardships of the frontier, the incessant sacrifices,<br />

the dangers and the pressures, the ratio of those who have<br />

come to learn who they are in comparison to those who haven‘t<br />

a clue, will be high. Tanstaafl (“There ain’t no such thing as a<br />

free lunch” - Robert A. Heinlein in The <strong>Moon</strong> is a Harsh<br />

Mistress) will become a mark of the Lunan soul.<br />

It will be characteristic of the Lunar frontier, as of all<br />

frontiers before it, that there are too many things needing to be<br />

done by too few people. For the young, this will bring a total<br />

and most healthy turnaround from the depressing situation of<br />

today’s world in which it is in contrast stubbornly ever more<br />

difficult to maintain the belief that one can make a difference.<br />

It is much easier to make a mark in a community starting fresh.<br />

Getting in on the ground floor, it is called. The opportunities<br />

for all, and the young especially, will be significant. For us, in<br />

our age here on Earth, the most many of us can hope to achieve<br />

is to “tweak” something trivial. In terms of personal satisfaction<br />

in the face of death, there can be no better place to have<br />

lived than on a real frontier.<br />

Here too, those with innate undeveloped artistic and<br />

craftsman abilities and aptitudes will be much more likely to be<br />

motivated to develop them, alongside other talents that on<br />

Earth we’d be more likely to consider economically irrelevant.<br />

The need for variety, for the personally custom, will provide an<br />

insatiable market for the one-of-a-kind creations of the artist<br />

and craftsman. This will usher in a veritable renaissance.<br />

In practice this does not mean a higher ratio of artists<br />

to engineers, for example, but rather a higher incidence of<br />

those who are engineers, mechanics, repairmen, construction<br />

workers, agricultural workers, mining and manufacturing<br />

workers, managers, and teachers, and on and on who are also,<br />

in their off time, blooming artists and craftsmen and musicians<br />

and so on. This means a higher percentage of citizens with<br />

more fulfilling lives, with greater sense of creativity and<br />

accomplishment, with more for which to thank the Lord, and<br />

with more ways to express that gratitude.<br />

On Earth, with a little resourcefulness and some carefully<br />

chosen tools one can survive on one’s own - thanks to our<br />

generous biosphere. Of course, it is less of a challenge to do so<br />

in some climes than in others. Here it is comparatively easy to<br />

<strong>Moon</strong> Miners’ Manifesto <strong>Classics</strong> - <strong>Year</strong> <strong>10</strong> - Republished January 2006 - Page 71

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