For generations (pun intended), sociologists and demographers have defined eras, including microgenerations, representing the small transitions between one generation and the next. These microgenerations act as bridges that connect different age groups. For example:
"Jones" bridges the gap between Baby Boomers and Generation X.
"Xennials" represent the transition between Generation X and Millennials.
"Zillennials" denotes the space between Millennials and Generation Z.
But why has no one come up with the concept of micro-aeons? What do we call the cluster&$#@ we find ourselves in today? It seems cruel to call the next 2000 years "The Aeon of Horus" when it sucks this badly in the beginning. It may give people the idea that we are living in the ghetto aeon. I don't know about you, but sometimes when I wake up, my first thought is "I’m still here," quickly followed by "of all the aeons I could have incarnated into, I had to choose this one."
Perhaps in the first few hundred years of an aeon, the universe could provide us with some guidance through road construction signs. Signs like "Construction Zone," "Be Prepared to Stop," or "Falling Rocks" would be helpful. At the very least, we could have a sign that says, "There is no poop fairy. Please pick up after your dog."
Every aeon that has ever existed, exists now, and will exist in the future is present at this very moment. I know, how original, right? But this emphasizes a point in my first book: aeons are like radio frequencies transmitting simultaneously, similar to a distress signal from a moribund ship in a dark sci-fi movie.
[Transmission Start. Static crackles, then a cough.]
"Uh… hey there, smooth-skinned friends! This is the SS Budget Cut hailing literally anyone who’s listening. Yeah, we’re the cool, rebellious type, y’know, if ‘rebellious’ means ‘held together by duct tape and prayers.’
Current status? Oh, you know, just casually tumbling through space. Oh hey, is that a fuel leak? Nah, that’s just… uh… our ship sweating. Yeah. Performance anxiety.
Anyway, if anyone has a spare hyperdrive, a snack, or emotional validation, we accept donations, AND they are tax-deductible! Coordinates attached. Please hurry. Our engineer just started crying into the wiring again."
[Loud clang in background]
Don't worry folks, that was just the sound of my self-esteem."
[Transmission End]
What if the aeons don’t change, nor do their frequencies? Humans act as radio receivers, and we all dance to the beat of the same drummer at any given time without realizing it. While it’s our choice to tune in, we often don’t recognize that we lack control over this process. Instead, we perceive the aeon as fixed when, in reality, it is our own evolution that shapes our experience.
I wonder if this metaphysical perspective aligns with quantum physics, which suggests that time is circular, much like the Wheel of Fortune. Have our entire lives already unfolded from birth to death, with the reality we are experiencing today merely a frequency we are currently focusing on? Are our lives similar to frames in a spool of film, only to be experienced when the light passes through in the grand movie projector we call the universe? If so, who is watching? This guy?
Man... I have to lay off those mushrooms.