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PROLOGUE – ICE AGE

 

Today, a cold wind rattles the window and whistles through the branches and balustrade. There are no reports of this event but I hear it and see the stems whip and window blinds heave with the blasts they receive. Passersby cover their heads and clutch their jackets, bending their bodies against the gusts.

Thermometers report a mild air temperature despite the cold we feel. We should be enjoying a reprieve from real winter conditions, say the weather experts, but that is not our experience.

Sure, some days we may give into our illusions, trust the newspapers and advertisers, believe our own hype. It can all look rosy but there are ups and downs.

Sometimes, these days, it is as if nature is reversing and inverting itself. Indeed, on the warmest most flowery blue skied days, one can feel the iciness bloom deep inside our bodies and perceive a glittering frost where the sun is supposed to shine. Car canopies, pools of water and glass walls can gleam but radiate cold. Mental clouds can darken the most brilliant days.

Gazing at the reality before us, in the cities or in the country side, the scenery conveys the coldness of postcards, at times. Things can look fine, even very beautiful, but some cool breeze hits us carrying the thought that something is not quite right. It is just too good to be true. Did you think that thought, or was it whispered in the wind?

Sometimes we sit in the comfortable shelter of home and a strange draught might penetrate our fortress. It may seem illogical, having clawed the air around you without any apparent source. Is it our imagination? If so, what inspires it? Is it the spirit of the dead, the complaint of an unsatisfied past life intending to disturb your contentment, such as a past resident who suffered or someone who died in the street and has a bone to pick with you?

Is it the answer or a warning that is “blowing in the wind?”  Or, is it a new though vague menace?

Is it knowledge of the atrocities of humankind that chills our hearts and cools our enthusiasm for existence on this planet? Is it a natural in-born inclination towards selfishness and evil that sends cold radiations into the souls and hearths of others, turns some among us into veritable vampires that exist in a dimension between the living world of God and the realm of Death and Despair? Is it our own good conscience that haunts our houses and neighbourhoods so as to stir up concern and mobilize change?

Certain people, I will not say who, might believe that creatures originally alien to Earth have found their way into our societies with the intent of wreaking havoc, lizard people busy breeding evil by breeding with important families of history who spread infectious greed and brutality, develop technologies not only aimed at watching us but also at controlling our minds and making people do bad things against their own best interest. The lizard people have cold hearts and fabricate more coldness.

However, there are more common explanations, climate change being the most obvious of them. There have been various theories and predictions. Remember the concern over the depletion of the ozone layer, the outer layer of the Earth’s atmosphere that screens out ultra violet particles shot incessantly from the sun?

I noticed no celebration when the ozone layer was declared as having repaired itself. It was supposedly fixed by expressly altered human action. The hole in the ozone layer was the biggest cause of global warming, so we were told for a time. What was making the hole? The postulations ranged from the burning of fossil fuels to the testing of nuclear weapons.  Orders range everywhere to cover up and protect our skin from unduly high ultra violet invasions. Anyway, it’s gone now, apparently. That’s what Al Gore said.

Maybe nobody made the declaration . The chorus of alarm merely changed its tune one day. If the problem is still carbon dioxide accumulations, then I do not even know if the problem really was fixed. Maybe it was not there in the first place and scientists and governments do not wish to lose face by letting on that they were wrong.

Now, we hear a different warning, albeit one on a closely related theme. The atmosphere is still intact, in fact it is too efficient, says Al, because the atmosphere is getting too thick by the rising carbon dioxide releases, which results in the trapping of ultra violet rays between the Earth’s surface and the outer atmosphere. Oceans will boil and flora and fauna will bake, claim he and his followers and sponsors.

“There is a solution,” comes their cry. It is to change the way we do things in order to reduce carbon dioxide emissions. “It can be done,” is the refrain, “if we make changes NOW!”

Instead of fighting wars and building defenses against alleged terrorists, suggest the harbingers of this view, we should unite to change technologies and human habits, create and use alternate forms of energy and transportation and industrial production, change eating, shopping and housing patterns, and so on and so forth.

Talk of global warming is all the rage. It is the stuff that animates and lends credibility to the neo-hippies and new age spiritualists, anarchist youth and rebellion inclined workers. It paints green over red and purple over blue. It sparks refreshed industrial hunger and consumer appetites that are dulled by gloomy stock market and bank reports. It assuages financial wounds and gives cause for economic hope. Maybe adjustment is realistic and all is not lost. Maybe there is reason to promote consumer and investor confidence, after all, especially if it is not the economy that is our biggest concern but also if we are all doomed regardless.

The cynical can keep borrowing or stealing, puffed up by the idea that the world will all burn and go to hell anyway. They can give up and give into decadence and despair. Hopefully, the insurance firms can cover for now, the rules bent and the laws twisted, if the governments continue to rescue the big fish of that business and their partners in crime among the giant corporations.

Global warming may indeed be an “inconvenient truth,” but it may be it only the tip of the iceberg. Maybe it is a mere hand signal of the fantastic powers of the universe. Perhaps they will launch the final conflict over people and the Earth. Maybe evolution is combining forces with physics to bring even greater catastrophe.

I heard that the Earth’s magnetic field is weakening. The moon came and has had its heyday.  This possibility can well be called a problem of less gravity, to make an inappropriate pun. The Earth’s revolutions and rotations may be about to change direction, according to some writers called “goofy” by the few readers that bother to pay attention to their articles.

If this kind of change is really happening, could people fix it? Who is even discussing it?

A small muted cluster of theorists predict a sudden freezing of the Earth. They assert that the Earth has been cold more often and for longer periods than it has ever been warm. Warm intervals happen between ice ages. If an ice age lasts 650,000 years, the warming phases last 10,000 to 13,000, so it is stated by these fringe pundits. It has been about 10,000 years since the end of the last ice age. So, do not be fooled by the lure of palm trees or laughs of hyenas or strange new tropical species way up north. Do not get giddy wearing shorts and sipping coolers in the middle of winter.

Perhaps an ice age is upon us. If the summers boast record high temperatures and record low precipitation levels, the winters often bear witness to record low temperatures and record high precipitation levels. “I know that the Earth is warming up, but I think that winters are getting colder than before,” remarks the occasional observer.

The soaring levels of carbon dioxide emissions pushed higher by relentless and excessive industry and daily activities that, not so ironically, may raise temperatures and thereby diminish life resources, melting glaciers, destroying marine habitat, and causing chaos with agriculture.  Archaeologists say that reduction of environmental resources coincides with, indeed may cause, human conflict, mass death and migration.

One can say that the human world is certainly heating up. The product of this heat is fear, and fear fuels social friction. Hence, life is getting colder. Physical heat is one thing. But the flames rising out of social friction are different. They burn cold.

The coldness numbs the spirit and gels creativity. It halts development, stunting growth and freezing hope and progress. Minds and hearts close and shrink, hide in ice castles. Barriers of ice grow between us. Snow falls like never before.

Keeping hope alive is the only cure, as C. S. Lewis wrote chronicling the story of “Narnia.”  Perhaps his forecast of modern times was realistic.

We may reach either of two fates, sooner or later. Either we shall freeze entirely  and become fossils beneath a glacial shield, or we shall experience a total meltdown. One is no better than the other.

At the risk of offending those readers who doubt religion, I recommend a good dose of faith. Let us give credit where credit is due. Do not fret, I think that faith in religion has an important role, but I am not proposing that we study and take religious texts literally, nor do I advocate learning “the Secret.” There are other kinds of faith to add to the brew in order to make a good antidote, or, shall I say impishly, antifreeze. Put your faith in the best examples of human ideas and ingenuity, the truth of nature and artists, the record of valiant victories for good, and the strength of the body and universe. Consult the record of acts of human kindness and generosity. Faith has carried us this far; its potential can be stretched.

“Ah, but which acts of human kindness and generosity and examples of ideas and ingenuity should we follow?” you ask. “What is the truth?” you query further. These are good questions. I cannot answer them. We, the people who want to overcome the cold, must try to find answers together. I, an author of fiction, can only make observations, lend insight, or point here or there, suggest and hint. My job is only to think and incite thought.

There is no single leader. There is no simple answer. There is no all-encompassing formula for action or theory. I do not believe in magic, though I believe in believing that it can be done.