Entry B.1.015: Liphilai takes on world history
Tracing our caretakers’ collective history is strange…
So far, the way I understand their development is that it was like a series of pulses. One great revolution would sweep through a given society, and then… nothing, for thousands of years. Then the next one would arrive. It was as if they could only digest one idea at a time before being able to receive the next.
Though, as they kept developing, the time between these pulses steadily shrank. The thousand-year intervals of silence became hundred-year intervals. Then decades, then years, until there was more pulse than silence.
And then, once they introduced mass communication, history stopped. Hundreds of years passed for them in a bizarre trancelike state where the endless proliferation of new ideas prevented any of them from gaining traction. No one voice could stand out beyond the others; instead, these voices combined to form a deafening roar of senseless noise.
Ironically, this overload of information means that we have the most data on this era; yet, naturally, we also have no clue where to begin analysis. It’s difficult to know which data matters the most, or if any of it ever mattered at all. I don’t wish to imagine what it must have been like to live in such a world. Who would you choose to follow? How could you know you chose well?
And… I just realized their ending makes perfect sense.
In such a world, no revolution could have changed their fate.
Any force would have been counteracted by the many others, thus maintaining stasis. But this stasis was not static. It… hold on, I’ll try to draw it for you…