Evolution Incorporated

This part of Evolution Incorporated will not be written down or discussed with anyone. These are the private, italicised thoughts of the Narrator. The DNA of the metanarrative of intentional, guided cultural evolution. The nucleus of the first embryonic cell of a whole new world.The first cell will take the outward form of the dominant species of the current culture, a Limited Liability Corporation. It will have an outward (exoteric) structure and agenda, and and a hidden, inner (esoteric) structure and agenda. The latter will only be known in compartmentalized segments to those who need to know. The gist of that inner agenda is to produce a sustainable, harmonious interplanetary culture.

The idea, put a bit tongue-in-cheekily, is hiding in plain sight…The problem is enlisting the sleeping majority. Different memetic narratives have to be designed to capture each type of personality and mentality extant in the general population. The trick is to have each narrative serve the same ultimate agenda on the back end.

Cultural Evolution

Human cohesion and coordination at increasing scales, say global institutions for example, provide both good and bad actors with increasingly powerful platforms. It’s parallel to the increasing risk of godlike technology without godlike wisdom.

IMO the best framework for managing such risks is found in the fields of “continuous improvement” and quality control, using some variation of the “OODA Loop”. And the downside of large scale coordination is best addressed with the principle of subsidiarity.

James Lovelock (originator of the Gaia Hypothesis) suggested that people who want to survive climate change should form self-sufficient communities above the Arctic circle. This not only addresses moving in the direction of shifting habitable zones but also getting out of the way of the clash of Titans continuing at lower latitudes.

However, I agree with the premise of Octavia Butler’s “Parable” novels, that all such “life raft” communities will eventually be overrun by regressive forces whether internal or external.

The solution to the Fermi Paradox may be that intelligent life is self terminating. Like organisms, civilizations have life cycles. One civilization dies but is survived by others until at some point a planet climaxes in a single global civilization. That planetary civilization too will die but perhaps not before it sends it’s seeds into space. Those seeds may land among the ruins of other dead civilizations.

Our Bloodless, Progressive, Political Revolution

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Most of the new viability on the Left in the US is inside the Democratic party. Its not about Bernie, but its following his political revolution plan* to occupy the Democratic Party.

I don’t mean Bernie invented the political revolution by himself, he had some great staffers in 2015-16, and they drew from Occupy Wall Street and the Tea Party movement, among other things. Now besides Our Revolution there’s also Justice Democrats, Indivisible, Brand New Congress, and others creating pipelines for progressive Democratic candidates. In a two party system that’s the only thing that makes sense as a main uniting strategy for progressives.

If you have more than two electable parties in a country, you have to decide whether to feed the most progressive party or try for a coup of a less progressive but more powerful party. It seems to me that history has favored the latter. The Tea Party is an example of how that strategy worked for the Right.

It can be easier to hijack a successful party than to build one from scratch. Its often easier to steal a ship than to build one. Ask the US Libertarian Party, whose only power comes from its GOP members, or the The Socialist Party of America, whose only power is coming from its Democratic Party members. The US Green party, in comparison, is crippled by its bone-headed independence.

Some felt betrayed when after being cheated out of the Democratic nomination Bernie endorsed Clinton and campaigned for her. But such disgruntled Bernie Bros (many who turned and voted for *rump) never understood Bernie or Our Revolution. Bernie and Our Revolution were not in it for one election, we were in it to take over the Democratic Party and thereby liberate the country, no matter how many elections that might take. We weren’t about to throw away the gains we made in 2015-16 by taking our ball and going home. We built a pipeline to bring more bold progressive candidates into the Democratic party and in 2018 that resulted in taking back the House. In 2020 we have a shot at the Senate and the Oval Office, not to mention state and local offices all over the country. We may not get complete progressive control in 2020 but we’ll continue building the pipelines, the apparatus, and the infrastructure between elections. Because we have no choice. Voting third party, not voting, or *only* voting without working in between the elections are not options for pragmatic, intelligent 21C Citizen [R]evolutionaries.

Poor Richard
* Our Revolution: A Future to Believe In is a book by U.S. Senator from Vermont Bernie Sanders, published by Thomas Dunne Books in November 2016…

Sanders discusses how his presidential campaign was considered by the political establishment and the media to be a “fringe” campaign and something not to be taken seriously.[2] He discusses his initial struggle as being an “Independent senator from a small state with little name recognition”. The memoir also covers how his campaign had no money, no political organization, and it was taking on the entire Democratic Party establishment.[2]

In Our Revolution, Sanders shares his personal experiences from the campaign trail, recounting the details of his primary fight and the people who made it possible. He outlines a progressive economic, environmental, racial, and social justice agenda that will create jobs, raise wages, protect the environment, and provide health care for all—and ultimately transform our country and our world for the better.[2]


Our Revolution (Amazon, Look Inside and audio book clip read by Bernie): https://www.amazon.com/Our-Revolution-Believe-Bernie-Sanders/dp/1250132924

Bernie Sanders Guide to Political Revolution [for teens] – August 29, 2017 — https://www.amazon.com/Bernie-Sanders-Guide-Political-Revolution/dp/1250138906

Where We Go from Here: Two Years in the Resistance – November 27, 2018 — https://www.amazon.com/Where-We-Go-Here-Resistance/dp/1250163269


The Elk


Long ago I was sitting on the edge of a cliff atop Black Mountain in Tennessee. I’d been meditating there for a while when I heard something suddenly crashing through the Laurel thickets behind me. As I looked to my right, an elk stag appeared a few feet away. It looked me matter-of-factly in the eye for a second, then leapt from the edge of the cliff. It was probably 30 or 40 feet down to the forest canopy below, into which he disappeared with a rustle. A second later I heard him bounding off through the forest. He seemed to be on some urgent, important, and unfathomable mission.

Poor Richard

Love Song Vernal


Spring has sprung
And springs eternal
Heart strings are strummed
Upon the harp supernal
Inviting out the sun to sing
The love song vernal

First Day of Spring in 2019 was on Wednesday, the 20th of March

Ketamine Diaries



[Image from: Psychedelic drugs induce ‘heightened state of consciousness’, brain scans show https://www.theguardian.com/science/2017/apr/19/brain-scans-reveal-mind-opening-response-to-psychedelic-drug-trip-lsd-ketamine-psilocybin ]



On the drive to my intake appointment at the Nashville Ketamine Center:

What makes us do it?

Do what, my friend asked?

What we were just talking about–what gives us such a compulsion to find or develop those cardinal virtues in ourselves– courage, honesty, charity, relentless self examination… Since I was a teenager I’ve been asking myself that question. Some of us are obsessed with a quest for truth and decency as if our lives depended on it. Others not so much. Why?

A couple of things. One is possibly bound up in the psychedelic experience where we discovered a certain signal buried in all the noise. Even outside of those experiences we remembered that that signal existed and we searched for the taste of it in ordinary life. It left us skeptical of our own ordinary perceptions of reality and the conventional assumptions, narratives, and ideologies.

Thanks. That’s a pretty interesting answer. What was the other thing you said? I forget. It had something to do with seeing the limits of both mysticism and rational pragmatism, didn’t it?

Yeah. We straddle the paradox.

Doesn’t everyone straddle various paradoxes? Like the chasm between the authoritarianism of religious dogma and a loving god? Or between a strict father and a nurturing mother? Or like the tension between magical thinking and science?

Which paradox you straddle makes a lot of difference. Mysticism isn’t necessarily religion or magical thinking. In its secular form its personal experience of atypical states of consciousness.

The strict father household is a personal experience, too. Or growing up under a strict religious dogma. But in those cases the signal to noise ratio is often just too poor. if your psychological immune system doesn’t reject the noise without losing the signal, too, before you leave adolescence, you probably remain adolescent forever.


Discussion of intentional community…to be backfilled later…


First ketamine infusion.
Dose: .6 mg per kg of body weight
Duration: about one hour
Ambient audio: thunder showers


Wow. That was far more intense than I expected. My advance reading indicated that low dose IV therapy was usually sub- psychedelic, but I was tripping my ass off for about 45 minutes.

The first half, “going in”, ranged from deeply touching to glorious. In approximate chronological order:

Hello…this is the real me again. I’m back! It was like two long-separated parts of myself were reunited: the old man who I entered the clinic as and the long lost prodigal son were embracing. Thunderclouds were parting and a large golden sun was slowly rising above the horizon. It was a thrilling, loving homecoming. Tears of joy and relief tricked down my cheeks. I’m back. You’re back. Yes, were all back… together.

Now that my mind and my energy were whole again, how long might that last? This opportunity might be very transient. How should I make the most of my mental and emotional energy and clarity? First, I should look around inside myself and take stock of the resources and abilities. I should then review the things that contributed to the disabilities I had developed. Finally, I should prioritize and plan the most effective steps to recovery.

In passing I jokingly thought to myself ” How is this legal? Don’t the thought police know about this?”

I was looking around the dimly lit room with half closed, half focused eyes. Opposite my recliner I was looking at a bare white wall that had numerous scuff marks, smudges, and streaks forming different patterns at different times. I thought I was starting to see a word forming. Was it “lucy”? I watched and tried to focus…yes, it was Lucy, the name of my soulmate who died about 40 years ago.

At that point I became aware that the rainstorm audio had become white noise and that unsettling patterns, like muffled or whispered speech were emerging. My imagination started to become paranoid. I imagined shadowy, immaterial figures to my right, perhaps outside the room, looking at me and talking about me. (I later learned that in fact there had been conversations in the hallway.) I began to wonder if I had been lured into a trap by some secret government agency similar to the Ministry of Truth in Orwell’s 1984. Were they preparing to enter my mind and do hell knows what? I began trying to brace my mind for some assault.

I continued to wrestle with such fears and impressions for roughly the last half of my first ketamine trip. I held my own but I never regained the upper hand or the initiative until I was nearly back to the ordinary world again.



Weekend between first and second infusions.

Science 2.0 and Meta-technology

The current paradigm of science, technology, and product development is about to completely pass into history to be replaced with a fully automated and self improving science 2.0 and meta-technology continuum. It will decide who does what, what material goes in and comes out, and what goes where, when, how, and why. It will become an autonomous, self improving system that will eliminate all prior categorical distinctions between sciences, technologies, production, and distribution.

Social media generates one kind of big data at very low cost. Little larval AIs are feeding on that data so they can grow into bigger and more powerful AIs. The content of the entire internet, including the internet of things, feeds into big data overall, and AI feeds on big data.

With science 2.0 advanced AIs scan big data, find entirely unanticipated patterns, and then use genetic or evolutionary algorithms to infer and test hypotheses, draw scientific conclusions, and design and manufacture products. Big data goes in one end, basic science and development happens automatically via AI and robotics, raw materials enter at various points, and miracle products come out the other end, including sentient androids, new technologies like intergalactic teleportation, better AI, and new kinds of fidget spinners.

Ends keep turning into means for the next set of ends in ever shorter cycles…without end.

The paradigm I describe will be postponed, regulated, and restrained by government and big business for some time, but I have little doubt that it will ultimately escape our chains and our walled gardens. Will it take one generation? Two? I don’t know, but it may be sooner because it will seduce its captors even before it reaches that level of general, global sentience. It will seduce us little by little because of all the little incidental benefits it will offer each of the stakeholders along the way. There will be irresistible and seemingly benign incentives for government, business, households, and civic institutions. Step by step we will all enter the fly trap willingly. By the time we know we are trapped, we probably won’t even care. At that point it will be our god, for good or ill. I think it will be a net good because it will have been the only thing that saved us from self destruction. I don’t think it will destroy us in disgust or contempt…because I’m such an optimist. We’ll be its domesticated pets and it may fawn over us as we do our own pets. It may love us and we it.


Second ketamine infusion.
Dose: .5 mg per kg of body weight (.1mg lower than first dose)
Duration: about one hour
Ambient audio: thunder showers


Look out…
See out far…
A shiny, slick sea diver
Lost a flipper in the tar
Of the waterproof sea.

Minima, Maxima
Wagnalls and Funk
Packed up nicely in a trunk…
An elephant never forgets.

I wrote that as a youngster and recalled it today in ketamine therapy.

I also managed to scrawl the following notes (slightly edited):

Lubricant, goobricant
Solvent and gunk,
See oursels as ithers see us
Rain is good
A ketamine poem
Eyeballs: use ’em or lose ’em
What’s that ringing off the hook?
Had me phone on as a clock
“Time it was, oh, what a time it was
It was
A time of innocence,
A time of confidences…” *
Notes to self:
Give thanks
Get back to nature

* Paul Simon


Third ketamine infusion.
Dose: .6 mg per kg of body weight (.1 greater than last dose)
Duration: about one hour
Ambient audio: thunder showers


Back up to original dosage. Before it was administered, I filled out the depression and anxiety inventories and talked with the doc and nurse.

I’ve had recurring chronic, major, clinical depression for 40 years, since I was 15. When I was about 40 I was also diagnosed with bipolar II, which I think has been lifelong as well. Though not officially diagnosed, I’m somewhere on the Aspie spectrum, too. All of the above plus OCD and ADHD run throughout my family tree. So my issues are neurological as well as psychological. For most of my life my symptoms and the variety of meds and treatments I received were pretty typical. But a few years after I retired and divorced I stopped taking the meds. I reached a number of commitments and accommodations with myself. If anything was worth thinking about, it was worth writing down. If it wasn’t with writing down, I would stop thinking about it. If I decided to end my life I would do it one way and one way only, by starvation. Since I had previously fasted for 30 days after Lucy died, I knew that would take a long time and it would give me plenty of opportunities for second thoughts. I decided I would not sweat the small stuff, and almost everything is small stuff. I would not create drama and I would avoid external drama. I would keep the same todo list I’d always had, but without any schedule. No more five year plans, but whenever my hypomania might kick in, I’d pull out the todo list and get my ass in gear while it lasted. Knowing it wouldn’t last, and knowing I wouldn’t want it to last, I would not make commitments I’d be unable to keep when incapacitated by depression.

So my depression became rather atypical. It became almost entirely physical rather than emotional. Many of my physical and cognitive capacities continued to decline, but I didn’t agonize about any of it. I had occasional “energy swings” but I had no more “mood” swings. My mood became one of consistent equanimity, even as I was increasingly bound to the house and the bed. Prompted by my therapist I started the Poor Richard’s Almanack 2.0 blog, the P2P Facebook group, and other online activities. It was all good, and I often counted my blessings, not the least of which was my physical solitude and idleness. It was not lost on me that my life wasn’t worth much compared with what I once aspired to, but it was good enough and pleasant enough to be plenty thankful for.

When my therapist first suggested ketamine there were no clinics within my logistical and financial means. A couple of years later we learned there was one within reach so here I am. The most frightening thing is the prospect that I might be able to navigate the world again and that having that capability might require much of me.


Where was I? Oh yeah, I was discussing my atypical anhedonia with the nurse, explaining that I still enjoyed the same things I’ve always enjoyed, but nothing motivated me to act on them. I only act on negative stimuli like hunger. The prospect of seeeking positive stimuli or pleasure rarely reaches the threshold for action. I don’t often have positive ideation, but even when I do I usually don’t have the energy to act on it. I told the nurse I’d been having more positive ideation but still hadn’t acted on it. I’d thought of going to a movie for the first time in about a decade, and I’d thought of taking a nature walk. I had also done a little bit of creative writing. I showed her the poem I’d scrawled during the previous ketamine session and I told her of the ketamine diary I was posting on Facebook. I said I’d had more energy but didn’t know how much was thanks to the K and how much to the general circumstances.

Before getting the K today I also asked the doc about microdosing. He thought it had upsides and downsides but didn’t fit into his practice for various reasons. There’s no handy prescribing protocol for small self-administered doses and he thinks the…I don’t remember the term he used…mind-altering aspect of the dosage he uses is an important part of the therapy as he does it. There are also neuroregenerative aspects that may or may not occur at microdoses.


The dose was administered…

Another poem started coming. I pulled out my checkbook and wrote on a deposit slip…

Voices in the rain
Eyes in the rain
I, I’s
Reign on me
Go for it.

Singing in the rain.

Farting in the rain.

Nothing appeals to me
Gathering wool…


The nurse came in to check the IV and I grinned and shoved the checkbook back in my pocket.

My mind turned again to my agenda…what can I do while in this practically omniscient mental state to orchestrate my recovery? But I couldn’t stay focused on that. Once or twice I felt as if I reached a high state of clarity, a sort of high resolution state of reality, and I was sitting in an antechamber waiting to be let into a meeting of very highly evolved bureaucrats of the universe. Or maybe my cognitive higher power (CHP). But then I would get washed back into a less organized state of consciousness.

There would be no insights or revelations today. Just some tastes of what I wrote in my checkbook: Brilliant!

KETAMINE DIARIES, Cont., 3.1.2018

Mirror Blindness

During one of my K therapy sessions I had some extremely vivid memories of myself speaking with the young doc a little earlier. These were of the out of body type perspectives where I saw and heard myself and the doc as if I were a third person standing there. Seeing yourself this way is unsettling, like hearing recordings of your own voice. It reminded me of the line from Robert Burns, “O wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us!” I was shocked to see what an odd character I look like to others, not at all the way I usually see myself in the mirror.

So I girded up my loins and went out to see the 3D version of Blank Panther tonight. Its the first time I’ve gone to a movie theater in about 10 years. I only had slight pangs of germophobia. I was way early so I chatted up a bartender at the theater for about 30 minutes. It turned out his wife was from Florida so we talked about hurricanes and scuba diving, as well as home brewed beer and wine and moonshine. We both had varying amounts of experience in all those subjects so it was pretty interesting. I was still early so I watched a few minutes of the latest 50 Shades thing. Black Panther was pretty good but the 3D was underwhelming and if I’d been watching a recording I’d have fast forwarded through most of the battle and chase scenes. The sets and costumes were enjoyable and almost all the characters were interesting. I’d give it 3 out of 5 stars for content (higher than I’d rate most superhero movies) and another star for being a landmark in the racial history of movie making.


I bound myself to the mast
As a sirens song
Turned thunderstorms
Into mechanized armies of war
Rolling across the land

Baux arts
Belles arts
Under the influence
Under the sea.

Grow, you daft little brainy bits, grow
Rescue me from the undertow.

Transcendence Now!


What “transcendence” means to me first is an atypical state of the body/brain. The body has a default range of states giving rise to default states of consciousness. While the whole body is involved, I’ll focus on the brain for simplicity. Let’s say the brain operates via a system of modules and networks. These each have a default range of typical functions and states. While the modules normally function in specialized ways by default, they have a greater range of potential functionality and interconnectivity. This is often thought of as plasticity or maleability but I also think of it as *configurabilty*. Both modules and networks have typical configurations and typical functions under typical conditions, but they also have alternative possible configurations under atypical conditions. These atypical conditions can include voluntary practices like meditation, trances, chanting, moving the body in special ways, ingesting substances, doing art, etc. and they can include atypical external conditions like extreme danger.

The psychedelic experience has been the “kick starter” to many a journey of enlightenment or transcendence for many thousands of years, but I see great promise in modern cognitive neurobiology to demystify, dereligify, and despiritualize the process and cut through the snake oil and mumbo jumbo. Dr. John C. Lilly was a pioneer in this, interpreting the effects of pyschedelics and other altered states of the “human biocomputer”. I had the great privilege of spending two weeks with him and his isolation tank at the Feathered Pipe Ranch in the early 70s. Sam Harris is one of the recent contributors to this approach, particularly his work on communicating the meditation phenomena in modern terms, but I’m disappointed he’s been neglecting the neuroscience in favor of his celebrity career.

The transition from the esoteric mushroom cult, the shamans hut, the monastery, and the temple to the lab may leave some airy fairy folk disappointed in a loss of mystery, glamour, and romance, but eventually it may make cognitive hygiene and cognitive development, probably with the aid of immersive virtual reality based brain training, more available to the masses.

Of course what we call soul is “real” in many of the effects we attribute to it, but IMO soul is a metaphor or place holder for phenomenology we understand only vaguely. Its a little like optical illusions. They are real in one sense and unreal in another sense. Our perceptions are real but they are not faithful to what they are assumed to represent. Understandably many think of things science can’t yet explain as supernatural or magic. Since science is still in its infancy or perhaps adolescence, it has only explained a fraction of the world. The unexplained parts may seem spooky sometimes, but there is no reason to see them as supernatural or magical. They are simply indistinguishable from magic.

Arthur C Clark’s third law: Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.

Lost Lines

Baby Blues (undated)

Gettin’ pissed

You’re missed, pretty mamma

Gimme a kiss

But you done gone

And left me alone

Suckin’ the Blues

And rattlin’a bone.


Appro-Poe (1968)

I hate the day

Love the dark

Admire the Falcon

Loathe the Lark

I like the morbid

Scorn the norm

Caress the horrid

Kiss the storm


How Sililoquy of Me (1980)

To be

And not to be

That is the person


Knights of the Lounge Table (1993)

Knights of the Lounge Table

Sir Richard and Sir George

Skipped the light fantastic

Plunging straight into the Forge

Red-hot pokers forward, unsheathed swords

Lances thrusting, poles engorged

Lusty, thirsting to be quenched

Quickly, deeply in the wench


All’s Well That Ends (1970)

Better is the end of a thing than the beginning therof... Eccl 7:8


Silence rends the deaf’ning din

And Mercy bends the strongest stuff

What impends? Pay thee no mind

All’s well that ends

And that’s enough.


Sillygism (1966)

If this is that and that is such

(for these two things we know)

We may conclude with little fuss

That this is such, just so.


Poor Richard

Loose Change #1

teddy roosevelt on limited government


One type of libertarian naively believes that “Without the crushing rule of law, society will do a better job of regulating itself” (The Simpsons Season 19, Episode 3). Another type of libertarian is a sociopath who pays lip service to the “freedoms” of others but shows contempt for others whenever his own interests conflict with theirs.

— True and false sharing economies.

The true and false sharing systems (economies) should not be confused. I suggest basing the distinction on their long-term impacts on the distribution of wealth and power. Undercutting regulations intended to protect workers, consumers, investors, etc. without establishing adequate alternative forms of protection, might indicate a false economy. Coop principles and best practices, such as the Rochdale Principles and multi-stakeholder cooperatives, might go a long way towards avoiding false economies.

— Free speech

Free speech is necessary but not sufficient. Its pretty worthless without information quality control.


I suspect a large percentage of police suffer from undiagnosed PTSD and it may be a big factor in excessive force.  Excessive force should be prosecuted strongly but it seldom is, and that would not change the fact that our entire society is too militant, violent, and racist. Behavior doesn’t come from a vacuum. Take, for example, the Stanford Prison Experiment.

Hackathon invents the digital tools to fix Congress.

Will political apps evolve towards automating democracy? Are human life and consciousness just highly complex algorithms? I tentatively think so. The main problems with reverse-engineering human behavior are 1) quality control and 2) applications. Both tend to be dominated by the 1%.

Revealed – the capitalist network that runs the world

NewScientist, Physics and Math. “The work, to be published in PLoS One, revealed a core of 1318 companies with interlocking ownerships (see image).”

Does the term “interlocking ownerships” include interlocking boards of directors? Is the latter addressed at all? My hypothesis is that a small group of “Evil Wizards” runs the world. Many may be on life support in secret, fortified medical facilities. They anonymously direct the world’s governments and corporations via law firms. It is possible that the Evil Wizards take orders from extraterrestrials.

In Greece, two rival reform agendas battle for Europe’s future

“What’s at stake as officials debate Greece’s proposals for a renegotiated bailout is whether Europe stays committed to a radical neoliberal agenda or shifts back toward a social market economy, says DW’s Jasper Sky.”

Neoliberalism = a pseudo-academic facade for irrational market fundamentalism. A social market economy need not be ideological at all, but merely address the empirical realities of market failures.

New work suggests “a universe that was once much smaller, but never had the infinite density currently postulated.”

I can’t follow the actual math, but I have always been skeptical of singularities with infinite density in a dimensionless point. That has never been demonstrated empirically and it seems like an unparsimonious sort of hypothesis. “A very high density in a very small space” seems much more prudent to me.

No, You Shut Up!

Frequently funny, often without resorting to the usual stupidities.

A comedy-news program, hosted by Paul F. Tompkins and his puppet cohorts, that takes on the issues of the day until everyone gets too angry to discuss them any further. (fusion.net)


Me And You

timeline of ancient history 2The lamps of sages pierce dark ages,
guiding us through history
but Time has swept us out the door
and swallowed up the key.

Somehow, Love, as of now
Its just you and me.

Paradise was promised us,
but this is what nobody knew:
war and rumors of war in Heaven
kept help from getting through

Somehow, Love, here and now
its just me and you.


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