What we conceive of as ‘civilization’ is, and has long been little more than a skyscraper whose every floor was composed for the sake of (mostly lethal) inductive fictions. Convenience and complicity rendered these compelling; and a plane has just hit the tower.

And the charges that surround the girders are blowing…

That entire charade is presently hanging by the tender, naive, vulnerable thread of our humanity…

… and the choices we make right now, may become more important … than anything in human history.

But we, the people, are both disoriented, and buried in habits, confusion, compulsions… and an informational noise floor so deep that the experts cannot penetrate it.

We need a way forward, but only … a miracle… could possibly provide one.

So we have to become miraculous. Together. Now.