I want to write about Vladimir Vardansky’s theory of the noosphere. The idea is that just as the existence of life on Earth affected the atmosphere and changed the landscape and allowed for ever higher forms of life, created, in fact, a biosphere laid over the geosphere, and then man comes along with civilization and all and molds the environment and then there is the noosphere, which is the realm, the force, the reality of everything that has ever been written or even thought.
It does not exist as a physical space, there’s nothing mystic or multi-world theory about all this, but it certainly exerts a force, an influence, as certainly as our industrial civilization shapes the landscape, which in turn defines the planet.
It’s a bit like Ken Wilber, all linked, up and down.
But I’d like to write about it in terms of the development of language, and human thought, and what dark demons have we carried down from our 1,000,000 year B.C. state, when the spark first struck in the genius mind of a standing simian, suddenly sapient, through oral histories (the garden of Eden, the flood?) and then the expansion of our thoughts through print and then film and now the interconnectedness of our minds due to the internet and where is this going and we are the borg, we are coming, and that’s one thing I want to portray, the positive side of the much maligned hive mind tremendous opportunity for widening horizons, we can all be greater than we are, tremendous overall progress and wild, crazy parties, but I’m not clear yet with precisely what level of seriousness because there are serious downsides such as loss of privacy and individuality and, mostly, evolving into something other than human.
I’ve been wanting to do it as a poem, but maybe it really needs to be a novel.
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