am i the conscious expression of not-conscious mothers and fathers?

reading krugman here, i think i can understand the author a bit deeper..

“When future historians write about the fall of the American Republic” . . .

i disagree.  americans are spoonfed from birth the notion of their own global supremacy.  its in our founding documents and wholly availed by the advertising industry.  we are a constitutional people.  the only constitutional people.  therein lies a very deep and dependable undercurrent.  it is reflected in art all of the time.  we are family, and welcoming.

home penetrating, foreign marine landings seem fantastical.  our fences are nuclear. (can it be agreed that nuclear weather  cleans the slate, and renders the question irrelevant?  are nuclear warheads the good fences that make good neighbors?)  short of a 4k mi effective marine landing (  10?, 50? million person army, overwhelmingly and superiorly equipped?), and absent global nuclear cleansing and/or planetary, atmospheric inhabitable circumstances, the history of our species will be written by self ascribed Americans.

the primary export of the u.s. is its own image as conceived by foreign consumers..  this might primarily if not entirely involve cultural adaptation..  adaptation not assimilation.  (it is this deeply buried culture that has me wondering.  are these passed through dna?  in my dreams?)   is it a peaceful image? it should be.  cannot “well sorted” be the natural state of things.  a blend of techocratic and diplomatic.

americans have institutional memory of global survival.  (gift of dream guiders/protectors?).  at the imagined, possible precipice of calamitous circumstance, i think i believe that the individulas of our (American) “family” will look beyond their selfs and to others for a reason to live  (read unavoidable, overwhelming suffering), thus ensuring the survival of the species.   ((billions of dreamers have layed down to bed within our borders.))

{but, were not natives stomped by these dreaming, conscious Americans?  (where did that come from and where is it going?)}

were the species to face true questionable survival…  and if the conscious, human, global power (should be “brain” in my opinion) trust manages to preserve (not just manage to not destroy, but to actively promote) a habitable environment within the membrane of this planet’s atmosphere… then a good chance of  peaceful adaptation might materialize.  hopefully preserving the conscious quest into the universe.

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is every story and conception of god simply a reflection of that same individual hope, inner trust of an open future?

(is it obvious that people will forever, peacefully ((or does the nature of the story of our rise imply that a new host must be selected for the species to survive.)) venture consciously into the universe.)

((perhaps human communities arise while conscious individuals sleep.  does it suggest some sort of unconscious (not-conscious)  competition for conscious dreamers?)  (smacks of good and evil, if it is the conscious dreamers who must be won.  good old fashioned propoganda!)

!!!!not-conscious mothers/fathers faithfully employing conscious, dreaming stock/flock to ensure genetic perpetuance?!!!!????

))

no, i think the challenge might be beared by the conscious.  the mothers and fathers foster conscious memory, a sort of self-guidance. (there seems to be an inseparable connection).  consciousness might just arise from the dreamer’s unconscious acquaintances.

(((how big are dreaming communities?)))

am i the conscious expression of not-conscious mothers and fathers?  and to what extent?

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