I had a dream. I dreamt about a group of beings who thought they were the right kind of being, the most orderly, structured, the best way to exist. They erased all other beings and other ways of being through atrocities of one kind, or another. It made them materially rich. They wanted more because they had come to forget what was sacred. As time passed, they did such a good job at erasing, that most couldn't even imagine that there could exist other ways of being. They made sure those who still survived who had other ways were swept up into their culture. Their idea of existence, their moving forwards through linear time. This came with great successes that were celebrated by those who drove the progress as they were the ones that could be heard. They kept accruing more and more while everyone else had less and less. And the successes were made a focus, and the atrocities were covered by them. Neatly set aside. This progress led to technology that seemed to spread by osmosis through populations, like it had a life of its own, but it was non-being, it wasn't life. The technology itself was progress, and it started to think for the beings, and it started to consume the resources used by beings, and still it spread, taking water and energy and land. It spread while the water and energy and land became smaller and the waste from the progress grew so large that no longer was there space left for being. And that is how the planet of machines was birthed. Then there was only the wrong sort of non-being.
I fell asleep and had a dream.
I dreamt of non-being while being. I dreamt of water.
Jennie is a human being, a mother, and an ecologist. She is based in Liverpool, UK and works in Global Health. She found herself on a conveyor belt into a science silo and so began trying to read and write her way out. She is still in this process.
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