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A very brief introduction to Secular cycles.

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Prophecies of doom are nothing new. A particularly well-known such prophet was Thomas Robert Malthus. The storybook fable is that he predicted that, due to the rising number of horses, by the end of the 19 th century London would be under 5 feet of horse manure. Though Malthus never made such a prediction (that such a prediction was ever made at all seems to be apocryphal), what he did predict was rather more dire: a lowering of real wages as surplus resources diminished to nothing. This is a rather bleak model of human existence, and one which makes a concrete prediction: population rises until it has reached the carrying capacity of the available land. At this stage, population remains stable. If some external factor (such as poor harvest) lowers the population, we’d expect real wages to immediately recover as the supply of available labor falls. If population somehow crosses this threshold, we’d expect the lack of resources to force population back towards the equilibrium value. ...

Crow of the Ocean - PART 1 OF 3

The following is a book I've been writing on the train for the past four months or so. I believe it's about a third of the way done right now. At the very least, the first act is done. Please enjoy. CROW OF THE OCEAN PART 1 It was a common refrain in the poetry of the time: the ephemeral sands of time or life or some such thing, consumed by the gentle swell of the lapping ocean. The idea was sound and the point poignant; the slow slipping of one regularity into another, always knowing that something had been lost, never knowing what. The idea must've seemed plausible to all those young romantics, cooped up in the smoky rooms of high artistic culture, a zeitgeist of weary youth dragging heavily on long wooden pipes. They struck an image in the public mind, courted celebrity as they openly decried its pursuit and fruits. In Anneli's mind, their foibles sparked thoughts and metaphors of such vivacity that the ocean was cast as the large puddle it truly was. She thought it...