Julius Melien.

The World Is Smaller Than It Seems 616

Julius Melien, 2 d.

- Poetry - Philosophy - Fantasy -

1.8 min read.

At least to my imagination. Yes, my imagination again! I can say that much of who I became was shaped by the power my imagination held throughout my childhood and a good part of my adolescence. That’s because I was limited by my field of vision and by the perspectives that presented themselves before me. I can say that the visual realm always occupied a place of prominence in my formation; perhaps that is why I am such an admirer of the visual arts, especially photography, an art I practice as an amateur. But why this title? Why is the world smaller, or why does it seem smaller, at least in my perception? Well, the place where I grew up provided the elements for this construction. My house faced the sea, not an ocean, but the back side of a bay, still a sea nonetheless. And just behind it, a small rise, modest, yet sufficient to create an interesting perspective, because both the Sun and the Moon rise precisely behind that elevation, which actually has a horseshoe shape, giving an intriguing outline, with its highest point between east and north. And back then, some forty years ago, there were far more trees and far fewer houses. That’s where the magic happened. For instance, when a full Moon began to emerge behind the hill, among the trees, accompanied by a characteristic wind of autumn or spring, an entire scene would take shape, one that embraced me and held me for hours, often deep into the night. As the world grew quieter, the sounds of the night, the nocturnal fauna and even the discreet whisper of the gentle wind, came to the fore, enriching the magic being built in my mind. I often felt almost capable of controlling the elements of nature with my thoughts alone. And when I looked around me, and up at the sky, the illusion created by perspective gave me the impression that the curvature of the planet was right there, very close to me, in the full 360 degrees around. For that reason, it isn’t hard to understand how, in a very, very distant past, thinkers came up with the idea that above us there truly was a dome along which the celestial bodies traveled, a sky as if it were a curved surface, projected there purely to serve as a spectacle for our eyes. Of course, we know that isn’t how it is. But understand that, for a child’s mind still under construction, this idea can be deeply seductive: that a Creator made all of this to compensate us for all the trials and challenges we face day after day. It was as if, after a long day of work and sacrifice, you sit down in your comfortable armchair after dinner and watch your favorite TV program. And I, who often preferred the natural spectacle over television, imagined that the curvature around me was the edge of the world, so close and yet still beyond my reach. And what lay beyond that boundary? Well, as I’ve said before, in other essays, beyond that limit began another world, not my own, but one that, with the help of a special means of transport, like a spacecraft, I could reach… But that, I’ll leave for another story.

Light Pollution and the End of the Construction of Imagination – Part 2 837

Julius Melien, 4 d.

- Science - Philosophy - Science Fiction -

1.7 min read.

Well, as I said in the previous article, I grew up and became a scientist. Not an astronomer, but a biologist. A biologist passionate about the stars. And many may ask: why didn’t you study astronomy? There are three reasons for that. The first is that I love biology. The second is that I was never good at mathematics. And the third is that I discovered that astronomers nowadays barely look at the sky. Telescopes work automatically, providing data to be analyzed later. That romantic astronomy of the past no longer exists. It was almost poetic, because imagination was the fuel for those scientists. Therefore, in cases like mine, it is much better to remain an amateur. This reminds me of a curious anecdote in which the writer Isaac Asimov is said to have refused an invitation to visit a factory where robots performed tasks on assembly lines, because he did not want to compromise his imagination. Returning to my story, when I was 21 years old, my father surprised me by taking me to a well-known store and buying a telescope. It was a relatively simple instrument, with a 60 mm aperture, but it allowed me to see the surface of the Moon perfectly, as well as Jupiter’s four largest moons and even Saturn’s rings. I don’t even need to say how I felt, do I? I became a child again! And that telescope is still here with me today, 30 years later. But here comes the bad part, which gives these two articles their title… Light pollution has reached extremely high levels, to the point that in large cities, when you look at the sky, you see very few stars, only the brightest ones. City lights have erased the night sky. What child today will look up at the sky and be enchanted by all that immensity? Who will feel themselves on the shores of the cosmic ocean, as Carl Sagan said in the first episode of the classic series Cosmos? How will imagination be built? In the same way, the inspiration of many poets and artists will be compromised. A child today, upon hearing stories of a time when the sky was filled with shining stars, might think that either the batteries ran out and no one replaced them, or that the bulbs burned out and no one changed them. It is still a child using their imagination, but without having experienced one of the most beautiful spectacles of creation. That spectacle is still there, happening, and it will continue to happen for a very, very long time. Or rather, as long as time exists, it will continue, but with a curtain separating the stage from the audience. Today there are movements and campaigns aimed at solving this issue, but I believe it is a great challenge to overcome. Until then, one alternative is to leave large urban centers and seek regions far away, at least 50 km from these cities, where one can truly enjoy the magical view of a clear and genuinely dark sky. I always wish clear skies to everyone, and ad astra!

Light Pollution and the End of the Construction of Imagination – Part 1 1190

Julius Melien, 6 d.

- Science - Philosophy - Science Fiction -

1.3 min read.

One of the memories I carry most fondly is when my interest in everything related to outer space first awakened. I clearly remember that in 1980 I saw a TV report about a lunar eclipse that we would be able to observe. The images shown on the news program impacted me so deeply that I could hardly sleep that night. The sight of the lunar craters, caught in that characteristic interplay of light and shadow, became etched in my mind. The next day, I questioned a teacher who was a friend of my family almost to the point of exhausting him, asking so many questions about the subject. Next year, I also saw TV advertisements announcing the theatrical release of "The Empire Strikes Back". In a way, my imagination was launched in a manner analogous to the catapult effect that spacecraft and space probes use when they swing around planets. There wasn’t a single clear night when I didn’t spend hours looking up at the sky, at the immensity of the universe. At that time, the night sky was truly dark, since light pollution caused by city lights did not yet have as significant an effect as it does today. In 1982, Carl Sagan’s series "Cosmos" also premiered on television, and even its soundtrack struck me deeply. Then, in 1984, with the debut of several animated series, two of them being "Groizer X" and "Star Blazers", the American version of "Space Battleship Yamato", I experienced yet another “gravitational catapult” effect, further fueling my imagination. In 1986, the passage of Halley’s Comet took over newspapers, magazines, TV programs, and even my school science books. That was it! This was the definitive confirmation of my passion for the space. At that time, however, I still lived in the realm of fantasy, driven solely by what my imagination brought me. I would look at the sky on clear nights and think that traveling through space was like it was in the movies, challenging, full of adventures and dangers, yet seeming simple and even comfortable. After all, in science fiction films, many aspects of physics were disregarded, using a kind of poetic license. But I grew up. I became a scientist. My gaze acquired a new perspective, yet without ever losing the magic of imagination from the beginning of this story. What came next? In the second part of this story, I will conclude… Clear skies to all, and Ad astra!

The First Kill and the Conquest of Outer Space 2335

Julius Melien, 11 d.

- Science - Art - Science Fiction -

1.9 min read.

When I watched "2001: A Space Odyssey" for the first time, directed by Stanley Kubrick, I must have been around 12 to 14 years old. Obviously, I understood absolutely nothing. I watched it driven purely by my affinity for science fiction, more specifically for the theme of space. However, when I watched it again almost 20 years later, already graduated as a biologist, I arrived at an understanding of the first act that I believe few people have had. At least that was my perception, since none of the people I spoke to about it saw the connection that I am about to present. There is a striking scene in the film that I call “The Cut”: the abrupt transition from the first to the second act, in which an ancestral primate of humankind, holding a bone, throws it into the air, and the camera follows the bone as it rises until the director cuts to a space station in a future time. The message I perceived was that, at the moment these hominids began to consume meat, since before that they gathered seeds, ate roots and vegetables alongside herbivorous animals, there was a significant change that, in my view, represented an evolutionary leap. When an individual noticed the skeleton of an animal, there was a long, robust bone, probably a femur. He picked up this bone and began to manipulate it until he discovered that it could be used as a weapon. Wisely, the director alternates scenes of this individual testing the new weapon with scenes of him killing an animal that lived among them, followed immediately by scenes of them feeding on the meat of that slaughtered animal. We know that, among all sources of protein, meat has the highest protein content in the diet, and it is very likely that this increase in protein intake in the diet of our ancestors enabled an increase in brain mass and, consequently, an increase in cranial volume. This can be observed by comparing skulls of other closely related primates, such as chimpanzees, gorillas, and orangutans, and even fossil skulls that have been found. This difference is evident, allowing us to conclude that this was what propelled us evolutionarily in relation to our relatives within the primate order. It is clear in the scenes that, in addition to using the bone as a tool to kill prey, it was also used as a weapon to attack other groups or to defend against them, since behavior related to dispute and conquest has always been part of our construction as a biological species. And what is the relationship between all of this and the famous “cut” at the end of the film’s first act? It is that, at the moment our ancestors began to feed on meat, a process of brain enlargement began, which led to an increase in intelligence, an essential condition that would later make possible the conquest of outer space, as shown in the abrupt cut from the scene of the bone being thrown into the air to a space station in orbit. Well, this was my free interpretation of that important moment in the film. For this reason, I invite everyone to take a careful look at the messages that are conveyed, whether in films, songs, or works of art in general. The author has the need to communicate something through their art.

Mental Archaeology for the Rescue of My True Essence 2929

Julius Melien, 14 d.

- Philosophy - Realist -

1.4 min read.

Like an archaeologist, I embarked on a true journey with the purpose of finding the site where my essence was left behind and buried under new constructions. Today, I see clearly that it was a great mistake to abandon the path that had always been prepared for me. Therefore, it is now necessary to carry out a true archaeological work and excavate everything I denied, ignored, and left behind. Excavating my mind has been a hard and time-consuming task, for it is necessary to remove layers that, for a long time, have been covering my true essence. Now, what matters most is to find all of this well preserved. And once my true essence is found, I have no doubt that my spiritual growth will finally take place. But I also know that I will face heavier battles, since the egregores in which we are fully immersed do not accept this rupture, as it is we who feed them. What motivates me is knowing that it is entirely possible to break free from these egregores, from our limiting beliefs, and from everything that imprisons us while we are in this state. I felt my spirit crying out for freedom all this time, and I believed I was giving it that freedom. But today I recognize my mistake, and now I finally understand why, even believing my spirit was free, I continued to hear its cries and lamentations. My moment is now! Everything is in motion! I am broken, but the process of regeneration has already begun. And, as I heard from a very important voice, and continue to hear every day, at various moments: “It is already happening!” I have received a new strength. I am fully aware that I will still face many obstacles; however, the difference now is that, knowing I have found the true archaeological site of my mind and having already begun the excavations, and started to uncover the first artifacts that make up this lost treasure, I am filled with hope and renew my faith in my success for this second half of my life on this plane. After all, I am certain that I am worthy of all the abundance and prosperity that the universe already has prepared to deliver to me, and that I will take possession of everything that was created and envisioned for me. Seek your true essence. And if you have already found it and hold it in your hands, never let it go for anything.

The Mental Exercise of a Genius and His Imaginary Journey Through Space 3242

Julius Melien, 16 d.

- Society - Philosophy - Realist -

1.6 min read.

Greetings, inhabitants of the surface. This is Genius, speaking directly from my ship orbiting our planet. I chose to come up here because, far from the noise, the confusion, and the turbulence of the planet’s periphery, I think better. I have a bit of peace to meditate on my ideas, on what I have gathered and continue to gather throughout my life, which today I can say has not been a small one. “The message is greater than the messenger.” Have any of you ever heard this phrase? I have heard it a few times, but I remember that the first time I heard it, it was kind of loose, without much context. I didn’t pay much attention to it, yet it stayed engraved in my mind. Then I remembered my teenage years, when we always go through that phase of rebellion without a cause, when we are constantly ready to react to anything with a certain aggressiveness and a foolish arrogance, one of those attitudes that, now deeply immersed in adulthood, makes us feel that kind of shame which, just by remembering it, makes us want to hide, even though no one, absolutely no one, knows what you have just thought. Yet it feels as if everyone around you has heard your thoughts. But well, returning to the phrase in question: I understood its meaning when, one day, I observed a person, what I would call a “late adolescent,” one of those who have already reached adulthood but firmly refuse to leave adolescence behind, criticizing someone who was conveying a positive message, a truly beneficial one, bringing nothing but gains. This “late adolescent” immediately said: “He says all these things, but if you look closely, ‘behind the scenes’ he must do everything wrong, must have a rotten life, and so on…” I stopped and thought: yes, it is quite possible that this is true. It may be that this person is a hypocrite, but I am not certain. However, even if he is, it is not the hidden rot that he is transmitting in the message. No, not at all. And if he truly is a hypocrite, the bill will come due for him, not for those who received the message and genuinely took it as an example and a model to follow. And if those who received the message follow what is contained in it, we can say that the mission has been accomplished. Therefore, gentlemen “late adolescents,” let go of this senseless rebellion, this resentment over something that was not done to you, and pay attention to the message, not the messenger. Or admit that, deep down, you wish to live the very rot you use to attack the supposed hypocrite who is delivering a valuable message. That is all, inhabitants of the surface. I will now take a trip around the Moon, but upon my return to our planet’s orbit, I will bring another thought. Stay strong and have faith.

The Understanding of History and the Compression of Planes 3689

Julius Melien, 20 d.

- History - Science - Philosophy -

1.2 min read.

Photography explained to me the concept of plane compression. And what is that? Well, when we use a telephoto lens with a long focal length, it allows us to bring elements that are far from the camera closer. As a result, these elements, or objects, if you prefer, appear much larger, creating an optical illusion. A classic example is those images in which the Moon or the Sun appears gigantic behind mountains, buildings, and so on. This effect creates the illusion that the celestial body is pressed right up against those mountains, buildings, or other distant objects. The same thing happens when we photograph a mountain range. Under the effect created by a telephoto lens, the mountains in the background appear as if they were stacked closely together, forming layers due to their different altitudes. However, if we could look at these mountains from above, we would see that they are actually far apart from one another. Another example can be seen when we observe constellations. They form figures that were named according to cultures spread across the planet, for example, the constellations of Orion, the Southern Cross, Scorpio, and many others. By connecting the points, in this case, the stars, these figures emerge. In reality, however, these stars are not on the same plane; they are at different depths in space. But because they are so far away, we have the impression that they all lie on a single two-dimensional plane. This sparked an insight in my mind and led me to create an analogy to understand historical events that have shaped, and continue to shape, our time. Be aware that you are participating in a historical event, even if you do not realize it. The episodes that eventually come together to form the historical record often do not happen all at once. They occur at widely spaced intervals of time. Yet, when we look back at the past and assemble these episodes as fragments, we are able to understand them more clearly, just as when we look at a photograph taken with a telephoto lens and see distant objects that appear united on the same plane, as if they were compressed together. This analogy led me to an understanding of history through the concept of plane compression.

The Second Intestine and the Paradoxical Diarrhea of Ideas 3968

Julius Melien, 21 d.

- Science - Realist -

2.1 min read.

When I was studying Biological Sciences, in the course Anatomy I, the professor introduced us to the concept of the “second brain,” referring to the intestine, since it has a very complex neural network, containing more neurons than the spinal cord, the axis that runs along the vertebral column and is part of the Central Nervous System, and is even capable of making its own decisions without needing to activate the brain to do so. Well, today, almost 30 years later, I have never forgotten this. And because I have the habit of making analogies and adapting concepts,especially when I explain certain subjects in the classroom, I ended up creating a concept entirely inspired by what I just mentioned, in an attempt to illustrate the moment I am currently going through. I am a biologist and a teacher who, probably due to some mild, undiagnosed neurodivergence, has interests in multiple areas. Some of them are, in a way, connected to science; others are not. One, however, is especially connected to the arts, and it is something I have practiced for some time now: the art of photography, with an emphasis on the landscape style—landscape photography. Natural landscapes and urban landscapes activate a kind of creative gift that I believe I have, in such a way that my head begins to boil with ideas. All it takes is a brief conversation about a certain topic, and if it has any connection to landscapes and places, within a fraction of a second an idea is born in my mind. I imagine that for many people, when reading or hearing an account like this, it may seem like something wonderful, an incredible special ability. And I must say that yes, it is an ability that many might envy. But what they do not see is that this, in a way, comes along with a series of problems. Let me explain: in my case, because of certain psychological issues that I carry with me, the fact that my head explodes with ideas causes me some suffering. That is because there are “blocks” that prevent me from putting these ideas, projects, and potential successes into practice, if they were to move forward. That is where the analogy used in the title of this text comes in. The “second intestine” is a playful expression, a pun, because I am referring to the brain, as if it were a reversed concept. And in this second intestine, my ideas are born. However, the “blocks” I mentioned earlier act like a kind of cork, which should have been eliminated when they appeared, but instead remained in the tract, drying out and becoming impacted, preventing the natural flow. And what is the problem with that? Inside, ideas never stop forming, because just as we eat daily for survival, the processing of food generates waste that needs to be eliminated. Thus, in the body, a fecaloma that blocks the natural flow of the intestinal tract is responsible for causing paradoxical diarrhea, which leaks around the sides of the fecal mass. The same thing happens with my ideas. They are born inside my head and need to come out, but my blockages keep them trapped inside. From time to time, however, part of them “leaks,” giving a glimpse of what is inside, and if they were to come out fully, in addition to relieving the pressure, they would be useful, since they would bring benefits such as personal fulfillment and financial return, which would be essential for my overall health. My second intestine is full of ideas and creations that need to come out. But for that to happen, I need to overcome a difficult and painful stage: eliminating the blockage so that the flow can finally be released.

Julius Melien

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