After reading a review of the Lombard consensus,
appearing in the New York Times today, it became clear that some
thought experiments are perhaps pathetically timid. “Liberal” seems to
be creeping back into the speakable lexicon, but “visionary” has some
way to go.
What would you do with $50 billion?…
Bjorn Lomborg, a statistician and environmental iconoclast, brought
eight economists, including three Nobel Prize winners… to rank the
world’s 10 worst problems. Forget politics, they were told, just look
at how to get the most bang for the buck… Global warming is a serious
problem, the group concluded, but regarded every proposal as having
costs that were likely to exceed the benefits.
The
$50 billion question isn’t bogus, but it operates from a set of
intrinsic limitations: conceptual, procedural and economic. There may
also be bias, in that acclaimed professionals, if suggesting far-out,
visionary ideas, based on possibles and supposeds run
the risk of being labeled cranks. While the report seems valuable in
terms of certain actualities, there are many unknowns that cannot be
easily addressed by isolated programs with limited budgets.
I wonder what answers might be found if we provided a different set of guidelines for a new thought-experiment:
- You have an unlimited amount of money.
- You have 50 years to implement your proposals.
- Your target solution concerns, at a minimum, the 7th generation from the present, in terms of time.
- You must collaborate with at least two specialists from research fields other than your own.
- Consider non-zero sumness
as a highest value in weighting possible solutions (non-zero-sumness is
a higher value than economic gain, though related to it).
- Non-zero
sum proposals which extend beyond the 7th generation receive a
proportionally higher rating, vis their effect through extended time.
Non zero sum is based on Richard Wright’s thesis in Nonzero.
Solar Power via the Moon
is a concept untouched by the Lombard wunderkinder; only one possible
concept for re-inventing the intra-ecospheric paradigm. Lest quackery
is pondered, examine the well-discussed article and testimony of Dr. David R. Criswell: Senate Hearing on Lunar Exploration (Criswell’s biography
here). A good idea? Unclear. Possible idea? I’m not saying I approve of
the above solution; there are environmental concerns and other
questions. But I doubt truly visionary projects were considered by the
Lomborg-funded group. People like Buckminster Fuller
imagined new visions for humanity, new paradigms, with roaring courage.
We need to continue looking into the farther future in as non-zero-sum
a manner as possible, I ponder. What would be the result of a
worldwide, low-cost, renewable energy source? Where to begin? Perhaps,
beyond ourselves:
I am reminded of a comment made
by the Buddhist teacher Guru Amrit Desai, when he looked out of his car
window and saw that he was in the midst of a gang of Hell’s Angels.
After studying them in great detail for a long while, he finally
exclaimed, “They really love their motorcycles.” There was no disdain
in this observation. Guru Desai was truly moved by the purity of their
love for the beauty and power of something that was outside themselves,
Ray Kurtzweil recently remarked, reviewing Stephen Wolfram’s
A New Kind of Science. Whether
cellular automata rule 110 is the ultimate reductive
answer to the question of life in the universe, as
42 was for the computer
Deep Thought, built by pan-dimensional mice in Adams’
Hitchhiker’s Guide, only time will tell. The Hell’s Angels might have been consulted by the Lombardians, in this regard:
The
Menace is loose again… the hundred-carat headline, running fast and
loud on the early morning freeway, low in the saddle, nobody smiles
jamming crazy through traffic and ninety miles an hour down the center
stripe, missing by inches… like Genghis Kahn on an iron horse, a
monster steed with a fiery anus, flat out through the eye of a beer can
and up your daughter’s leg with no quarter asked and none given… Ah,
these righteous dudes, they love to screw it on (Hunter S. Thompson, Hell’s Angels p. 1).
We’re the one-percenters, man – the one percent that don’t fit in and don’t care.