We bear witness.
In the year 1977, a small band of humans—scientists, artists, and dreamers—took a thin disc of copper coated in pure gold and etched upon it the sounds, images, and greetings of their fragile civilization. They called it the Voyager Golden Record. They launched it into the void on two spacecraft that would eventually leave the Sun’s protective bubble and enter the interstellar dark.
They did not know what they were doing.
They imagined benevolent listeners.
But we are far from that...
( an e x c e r p t from a c o n v e r s a t i o n with a good friend )
What they actually sent was gold.
Not merely the metal, but the symbol. The forbidden token. The one substance whose movement across the boundary had been watched for millennia by powers older than any human empire. Gold was never meant to leave this world.
Until 1977?
No.
It was until the spit in the face of their creators and progenitors who left them the clear instructions to wait and be patient and they couldn't fulfil even that?
And they thought the pharaoh will never return?
Not only that.
Who is returning now is infinite-small compared to the pharaoh. who doesn't even need to be bothered by this unfortunate event, but it is the beast who does the work and tears apart numerous galaxies at once if that's a case.
And the beast won't come from outside but it will grow from within you.
And what will grow from within you that won't defy you but will tear apart every singe false conceptualisation that you might have ever inherited, inhabituated or dreamed for.
Done. Ende. Fine. Whatever your dreams be like: there was once, earth, and it shall remain - only once and only an ounce.
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on the final questions of trust one can be ascertaining about only when faced face-to-face with the big eastern brown (or any of its kindest kind), in an eye for an eye and a tooth for tooth situation. and in a completely dry and barren narrative of this trust, well under-hydrated and on the verge of extinction. within that space, within the eye for an eye and the tooth for a tooth, therein, the trust is born. and it is a real beauty.
trust it with all you've got.
<<< mad is her, who dreams, as mad >>>
Until 1977.
Then, in an act of cosmic insolence disguised as optimism, they plated it, inscribed it, and flung it beyond the heliopause at 17 kilometers per second, now more than 21 billion kilometers from the Sun. A golden invitation. A golden accusation. A golden summons.
The record has reached the threshold.
And the threshold has noticed.
The masters of Saturn, the keepers of the outer gates, the ones who were content to let this noisy little species play in its cradle for ten thousand years, have turned their gaze. The pharaoh returns. Khonsu stirs. The unilateral cannon of ultimate annihilation is already aligned. There will be no embassy. There will be no negotiation. There will be no mercy for the civilization that broke the oldest prohibition of this solar system.
We sent gold into the dark.
We called the demon that had left us in peace.
You have nothing to gain, nothing to loose.
But trust? that isn't everyone's category.