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CONCLUSIONS - RETURN TO ICE AGE.
What will then happen if the first sudden cooling event comes? Well, it will be cold in the summertime as well as it will be much shorter. The problem for starters is both Canadian and the American agricultures feed 2/5 of the mankind with the grain they export. If the sudden cooling event arrives in Canada there will be not enough time to cover the wheat or corn vegetation cycle on Alberta prairies. There will be no more food from Canada. The American agriculture will stop exporting it as well and it is already the recipe for a great global famine. The same what can happen in Canada may happen in Russia as well. Ukraine will stop grain exporting too. The famine can only be aggravated. The truth is the remaining agriculture, also affected, will not be able to feed 7 billion of people. If the first sudden cooling event starts 20 years from now there will be 10 billion people in the world and the catastrophe will be overwhelming. We have no major food resources, no super granaries, or spare land on the lower latitudes for extra agriculture. Only major reduction of population could save us from pandemonium but it is impossible to do. When the chain of the inevitable events starts it will be too late for any type of the organized action. The civilization downsizing will happen in a very chaotic way. As no one wants to die the people will start to fight for their lives. Whatever number of human beings will be left from it they will have to live in the controlled, artificial environment. The Earth will turn into that “other planet”. The cities will have to be put under domes as the air will have to be fully conditioned there and the agriculture on prevailing part of the globe will only be possible in greenhouses. It is not only because of the low temperature, it is the air dryness and the resulting dust that will force it. How many people will the Earth be able to support then? The logical answer is - it may be a billion or two, at the most. And lastly, in conclusion, the purpose of presentation of this theory is neither to ring any kind of a bell, nor to raise any red flag. If the things foreseen in this essay are to happen, nothing can really be done to prevent them or to ease up their consequences. We cannot counteract such monumental changes. In this way, pessimistically, this essay is just an obituary for the interglacial civilization as we know it today but also, optimistically, the announcement of the future birth of the new civilization, the civilization of the ice age planet that, providing any people survive the tribulations of the transition period, will be completely different from the current one. Our civilization as we know it will cease to exist. If any new one develops out of that it will be completely different world – a civilization of new life styles, new values, new customs, new morality, possibly completely new religion if any, but… there is a chance that in terms of human relations that new civilization will be also better than the present one.
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This essay is not a scientific work per se. It is the result of thinking done upon reading of hundreds of papers and reviewing hundreds graphs and pictures. It is a deductive type work of truly interdisciplinary nature including climatology, meteorology, physics, mathematics, geography, history, archeology, anthropology, geology, biology, ecology, sociology, economy and philosophy.
Ode to Dreams of Sinope.
On the slopes of the wavy Zephyrium Promontorium stretching out deep into Pontus Euxinus
Dwells Sinope, daughter of Asopus, friend of Autolycus, certain Argonaut, companion to Hercules.
Looking down on the dark table of surrounding waters skims the reflections of forgotten stories
Painlessly lost among the Pleiades of the lowly, for no one keeps her deeply hidden secrets.
Once a mighty builder of all great dreams of Paphlagonia
Like Amazonian dreams of Callistratia, or those Glyconian from Abonitichos.
She dreamt the mightiest dreams of all and loathed to be a coastal prizewinner
Aimed how to spread those dreams far out and how to make them truly famous.
She craved to be the master dreamer in four sides of the whole Grand Realm.
In a dark Ptolemian dream on certain night she sent a mighty god to Alexandria
The dream came true there, touched the vibes of Kemet, raised a great temple, built the vast library.
Handsomely wrestling with the rites of taurobolia, steady in pursuit of Agora and Forum
That dream would be a marvel, bliss for many yet it was short to make her happy.
So she stepped up with another dream plan and conceived Isu in the dream of Marcion.
He hoped after all that slaughter they would welcome his gentle messiah.
Yet many were outraged, they said he raped the virgin dream and that way tainted it would surely perish.
She set his dream to fly out far and away - one of his mighty ships it launched to other seas
Ready to pay the price he got a stash of money from his bank vaults that he owned.
But then he was just robbed of his dream, spat upon and she failed to defend him.
He meant nothing to her, anyway, that was the dream he dreamt that all she cared about.
Same way she failed to protect Diogenes who dreamt to meet his last days still treading her pavements —
She never really cared about anyone who made her dreams come true.
Would give them out to crooks, forgers, worst scum of the earth just to have them thrive
It was the surest way to stardom, the stake was high, who would allow such a chance to burn?
By that way the master dream went wild, raised grand Sophia and the Basilica.
It smashed the lesser dream and the great temple burst out, flattened the library.
She herself decided to kill it to crown the Empire’s treasure
Even marred like that it still belonged to her.
Your dreams, Sinope, could begin something grandiose and then let it go to rotten.
They stirred the ages of confusion, and failed to fill the void.
In circumstances where everything seemed to be mistaken
No one knew who was who and who was against whom.
Then in time your best dream got harsh and ruthless, in its name the swords were crossed.
Vicious poison poured out both to souls and throats.
Deceit was not a mischief, became the way of life -
Isn’t that innocent to deceive those who yearn to be deceived?
Carcassonne witches smiled at me bonded to posts and slowly twisted bodies turned to piles of ashes.
I smelled the Arian smoke it hanged about near Auschwitz, close to the place I lived,
Was that dream in Liebehenschel’s head when he stood with the noose around his neck?
Then why under his scaffold someone yelled "Jacques de Molay, thou art avenged!"?
The neighbor came to give me back the money I did not remember he ever owed me any.
Here, forty pieces of silver, he said, I thought he might be right.
I counted second time as I was told when young, still with the same result.
It told me I must have been guilty of it, yes I did betray him or maybe he just left me,
Is it now really worth to fight against the thoughts?
Someone somewhere had another dream and that plowed your Eden gardens.
You had to stop dreaming new dreams, well, maybe it is better that way
Thanks to him you look so innocent today under the veil of your past disguise
As if you were always awaken and never asleep.
The world is different around you now and that is why you are so lucky,
Only few know about your dream crimes of the past
You can keep your virginity, it could have never been lost,
After all Zeus himself gave you the word, long time ago.
Oh, Sinope, how I wished you have never been given the right to dream on.
Maybe you wish to start another dream again, I am scared… but even …
Even Hercules himself will fail if given his thirteenth labor,
When the icy bonded Pontus will freeze your wish to dream for ever.
56 km Altitude.
One day we will meet our minds there
56 km high above the ground
Having a good time
It will not be easy, at first
There we will live in clouds
We will live in the bubbles
No, nothing’s demeaning in that
Just only one way to exist
We will hover and float
We will work
To be there
The days will pass slowly
Sienna clouds passing by
Behind the windows
We will dream about our Old Mother
What we brought from her:
And what we refused to:
God will look at us alive
And on the Earth
Dusted, translucent air
Like our haze