Nuclear Smash!

Only This… Lifetime…

Happening gladly I watch as it looms
over tree tops and banks making shade in their rooms
and explicity we understand that we’re safe
of course that’s a fallacy quite wont to chafe;
nitrogen flows from the cracks in the wall
where I failed to apply enough nuclear caulk
and my love is next door just like all yesterday
while we wait for the half-life to stop the decay.

Postwλr Pλrenting


Alpha-Particle Rhyme Time

Dream of U-238 split?
Postponement of nucleus reduction?
Fusion machine powering a farmer’s vehicle?
Bomb-induced avian navigational abnormality?
Group around a ‘fungal’ detonation sight?
Word meaning ‘within a nuclear holocaust’?
Fissionable material from a skull?
Chaos caused by fissionable material?

The Philosophy

If the world was to go to war again, I think it might as well be nuclear. We have the technology, we have the will, we have the strategy. I would say it is fitting for the human race in its madness to end up destroying itself via the same technology it used to build itself up to the level it is currently at, though that’s too easy; in actuality, it would probably be more fitting if the entire species and the planet that serves it just kept on building and building into pseudo-eternity with no end in sight. The universe is boring enough for such an unhappy nonending. At least with nuclear detonation we would arrive at some kind of finite finishing, a definite closing to complement the definite beginning. If offered the choice to live forever any sane person would (unless there is an argument I am unaware of) decine said option, though to have the opportunity to live for a ridiculously long increment of time would be a significantly potential plus (providing the long increment is both short enough not to be reasonably compared with the insanity-inducing eternity of the previous option and spent in the company of enough continuing culture to keep oneself occupied). Perhaps the same is true of a species. For us to live forever, somehow, insanity would have to enter into the equation at some point because those equations would simply keep adding up forever and ever until the humans of the far future would hold in their polymered hands a jumbled mess of unintelligible math-mush. And my grandchild would be born, he would learn to learn and count until, when he was my age, he would look back and say the exact same things and look forward and say the exact same things—at the same time, the organism created when we all act our parts as neurons in the grand species-brain would be moaning in sickness and senselessly crying over the prospects and past years it had been alive. Were it able to think, it would say it could not accurately describe its status as ‘alive’, and since it would not be able to think its speculated speculation would be correct. Time and time and time and time and time and thousands of times and time and time over will kill anything. Or maybe give the universe fifteen billion years and whatever makes its home inside it will have adapted to a safe life length: long enough to live and accomplish some objectiveless task yet short enough to retain one’s marbles.

If the world was to go to war again, I think it should be nuclear. It’d be unpredictably fashionable and would please the nonexistent celestial spectators for its value as a plot twist.