Avant Garde - Part 2

Impossible to determining the exact inspirational node following music but one I feel most apt to the current environmental situation in the Pacific Northwest, specifically Redmond, is the Younger Dryas period. Simply put: it's fucking cold outside and comparisons to the last known Big Freeze seem pertinent. I only just read about this in A Short History of Nearly Everything last month. There is very little we know about it and here are some points paraphrased from my terrible memory that I found to be delightfully mysterious:

• The entire earth turned into a big snowball in less than a decade: violent and abrupt, not gradual and easy.
• Theoretically it could or should have lasted a lot longer than it did.
• We don't know how long it lasted, but Wikipedia lists it as about 1300 years.

Even with all our fancy technology, truths about the earth's history evade us. It has been shaken, scraped, and stirred to the point where divining its mysterious take bizarre routes of study. We now live in the Holocene Period which has lasted much longer than all prior-known spans of climate tranquility. Multiple ice ages enveloped our world, stretching far past our capability to research. Either our planet finally settled into true harmony, as naturalists enjoy espousing, or its due for additional refrigeration.

What if the Younger Dryas were ended not naturally, but by some explicit event orchestrated by a race such as ours: one hell-bent on persevering beyond host interests. We righteously proclaim the sanctity of life, but only humans count. Anticipating a catastrophic transformation of weather, wouldn't every civilized nation stand up to the challenge of preserving humanity? Do we owe our very existence to such a race?

Obviously humans weathered several ice ages and we currently attribute this to our own cunning. Given contemporary examples of people surviving against all odds it is impossible to doubt the dogma about our adaptability. However, having stamina to withstand bad times for good doesn't preclude the possibility of others with the possession of higher intelligence. Perhaps the last ones did not survive due to the suddenness of the onset. Could they have been our God(s)? Do we improperly credit our race for their wonders?

A sliver of this idea is the seed of the lore that I have grown my game out of. In the next post I'll talk the talk, literally.