Reality In Noah’s Time And Ours.

Noah lived in a time of great upheaval. From the fragments available to us from the Bible, we know that he was asked to build a ship that we know today as the ark. The purpose of which was to rescue an example of every animal in existence.

This he did.

But what struck me was that Noah would have had to leave all the other animals. He had two of each, not four and he didn’t include an extra litter of kittens just because he thought they were pretty. Well, he might have. Myths are annoyingly vague when it comes to the interesting details! But then, that’s the power of a myth, and those very details would lessen its impact. After all, the point is for everyone to see the story in their own way. The image of the story is the important element here, not the colour of the ark or where it was built. Each can imagine their own answers to these questions as they are irrelevant to the storyline and the message.

So here is Noah with this awful choice. He’s got two Springboks, only to chance upon the most beautiful example he’s ever laid eyes on. But there’s no room for three Springbok. Does he chuck one out and replace it? Does he have time to do this when he needs two Wildebeesties and hasn’t seen one in a week? Such decisions must have weighed heavily on him.

This isn’t to say I’m Noah; but I can see where he was coming from.

Now God told Noah “Neither will I again smite any more every thing living, as I have done.” (Genesis 8:21). God confirmed this by sending the rainbow. This has allowed us to think that there can be no more floods, only what God left us to realize for ourselves is that he has allowed us the freedom to drown ourselves with a flood of our own creation. In the newspapers it’s casually referred to as global warming.

A Modern Catastrophe Unfolds.

Goethe’s blue spectrum on the left;
The yellow spectrum on the right.
A photograph taken at Goethe’s house at Weimar.

The problems facing us from our environment are as insidious as they are subtle. If one is to realize the true nature of the problem, one must come to a clear understanding of the phenomena of blue and yellow. I already have a series dedicated to blue; yellow is yet to be written. Because conventional science, which is as clear an expression of intellectual self-limitation as any – which has stripped colour of any colourfulness it ever had. It is like a botanist who turns the iridescent beauty of a flower into a page of boring numbers and statistics quite as sterile.

You see, Goethe’s colour wheel to the casual observer looks so like Newton’s spectrum. It takes a little insight and no little courage to realize the immensity of what Goethe is actually laying before our noses. Because rather than being one consistent whole as Newton believed, light and dark (yellow and blue) are two clearly distinct and separate phenomena. I have examined the various emanations of blue in my series, so giving a panorama of the nature of all that is ‘blue’.

In environmental terms, the effects of blue (cold) and yellow (warmth) form a natural balance. It needs to be understood that warmth is not cold and cold cannot be warm. That a scientist would cheerily dispel such nonsense only goes to show how much work a scientist needs to work through if they are to begin to deal with reality. Put bluntly: the impulses that drive the thermometer upwards are utterly different from those that force it down.

Thus it is we have two powerful phenomena that interact in a manner that appear as gentle as is is unassuming.

Yet the contrast between yellow and blue is no clearer when we realize that yellow is food and blue is shit. Blue is as distant from yellow as shit is from the food we ate that led to its formation. The scientists will cry out that there is a direct connection between the two, that there is a metabolic process that takes place. Try getting that scientist to eat a plate of fresh, steaming shit and you will see where their fancy ideas meet reality.

Of course, this is ridiculous, and the scientist will have stormed out of the room in a fit of righteous indignation claiming that the evidence is incontrovertible. It reminds me of the Good Burghers of Basel who wanted to know how Paracelsus cured them of the plague. Paracelsus understood that metabolic process better than anybody, but did so in a way that would not allow a scientist to sleep in his bed at night.

Reality In Noah’s Time And Ours.

The point of this post is to speak of two things: firstly what Noah realized that nobody else did. Secondly that few realize what is unfolding right in front of our eyes. Climate change will bring us challenges that we have created for ourselves.

This is from The Guardian newspaper, which is worded in the Guardian’s modest style. The warning is the more alarming on account of this.

Last winter, from early December 2013 to the end of February last year [2014], its steel gates were closed a record-shattering 50 times, preventing the river from running riot. Previously, the barrier had closed only 124 times since it began operating in 1982. The agency described this sharp increase in demand as a “blip” and, apart from routine testing, the barrier hasn’t been closed since. However, during its lifetime there’s been a strong, overall upward trend: it was closed four times in the 1980s, 35 times in the 90s, and 75 times in the 2000s. There have been 65 closures since 2010, suggesting this climb is continuing.

A Modern Imagination Of Noah’s Tale.

The 2014 movie ‘Noah’ had Tubal-cain acting in a tragically untypical manner. But such untypical behaviour is the kind of excuse given by people who want to believe that everything is okay. And of course, it padded out a story that to them had too little visual action.

Because the reality of Tubal-cain is that he would have had no interest in what Noah was up to. Indeed, given half the chance, he would have ridiculed Noah in the fashion of the ignorant of today: why bother with a boat when there’s money to be made? Tubal-Cain would have had as much interest in the impending cataclysm as the average lorry driver has in climate change. It was not so much that Tubal Cain was unaware of the danger; the danger to Tubal Cain was quite literally not there.

As ‘not there’ as it is to any climate-change denying individual. This is a phenomenon I deal with in my series on the Subconscious.

Tubal Cain was no different, and would have hammered and hammered until the realization that the storm of rain hasn’t let up for three days and the water butts were filled by the first morning. But these things pass, natural cycles come and go – and this comforts people to this day. So Tubal Cain hammers at his anvil regardless.

The Flood was as ouside his ability to imagine as global warming is to a lorry driver. More to the point, a lorry driver has to earn his living and will continue to do so until he is stopped. Only the lorry driver’s boss has bought lorries twice the size and so only needs half the drivers – the driver now made unemployed will still want work. But when it comes to a drought, and that lorry driver cannot exchange a gold ring to buy bread to sate his hunger? That is when the lorry driver begins to feel the same things that Tubal Cain felt when the water was swirling around his ankles.