hallowed ground, part one: the volcano

prologue can be found here:
https://armchair-revolutionary.info/hallowed-ground-prologue-the-abyss/

1.5 billion years ago, somewhere on the ancient continent of Columbia, a volcano erupted. Columbia was dying, you see. Continental plates which had been held together as a single landmass for hundreds of millions of years were slowly drifting apart, becoming two. As they separated, the rift between them became a weak point in the Earth’s crust. Magma, glowing-hot molten rock, boiled up from deep within the mantle, vast amounts of it. The magma cooled and formed igneous rocks: rhyolite, granite, andesite, and others. A thick layer of these rocks were deposited, by volcanic eruption or igneous inclusion, and where the volcanoes themselves were located this rock was built up into mighty mountains and cavernous calderas. A few million years later, the continents at last separated, and the gap between them was filled in by water, becoming an ocean. The rocky plains and many of the volcanic mountains were submerged; the tallest of the mountains became islands.

The land at this time was barren, and lifeless – the earliest plants would not evolve for many millions of years when the seawater came rushing in. Nothing mourned for Columbia; it was a vast expanse of harsh, barren, lifeless rock. That is not to say the Earth itself was devoid of life at this point in its history. The oceans teemed with it. These living beings were small and simple and first – multicellular life had only just evolved when our volcano and its sibling were submerged, with plants, animals, and fungi being many millions of years in the future – but there were a lot of them. There were enough of them that, as they died, their corpses formed layers on the seafloor, and then layers atop those layers. Generations upon generations of life lived, and died, and changed.

Eons passed. The life grew larger and more complex. Algaes, corals, and sponges colonized the seafloor, and over millions of years formed colossal reefs which hosted an incredible diversity of life. These reefs dwarfed any that humanity has ever seen. Vast forests of coral and long, fibrous proto-kelp thrived in the warm, calm, tropical waters; animals of every description found food and shelter there. By the time the reefs fully developed, fish had evolved, and a thousand varieties of them thronged the waters, great and small – fish of every description, fish that would be recognizable to a modern viewer and fish that would look completely alien to us. Arthropods, molluscs, and every other conceivable form of marine life (and undoubtedly a few inconceivable ones) made their homes there.

With the oceans came sand and other sediments; with the coral reefs came carbonate rock. Layers upon layers of material were deposited, covered by newer material, and compressed. Sandstone, limestone, dolomite, chert, and other sedimentary rocks were laid down atop the igneous rocks, with the volcanic islands protruding through them. Upon these islands, plant life began to take root, followed eventually by other forms of life. They began to break up the volcanic rocks, mix with them as they died, forming soil. Erosion leveled the peaks and smoothed down the craggy sides of the mountains.

For millions upon millions of years this state of affairs would prevail. Great cathedrals of coral, forests of kelp, multitudinous swarms of fish; lush jungle islands covered in trees and ferns and grasses; insects and animals and creatures we don’t even have words for. The lifespan of this awe-inspiring ecosystem dwarfs the entirety of human history; all of our accomplishments as a race would barely register as a blip on that colossal timescale, and the sheer scale of the structures these living beings built is beyond the wildest dreams of any human engineer. I can almost see it now; can you? The water would have been calm and clear and Caribbean blue, the seabeds shallow, the islands lush and green. Reefs and sandbars and atolls would have surrounded the volcanic islands, some of them reachable on foot at low tide. The climate would have been tropical, the air hot and heavy and humid, with frequent rains and the occasional cooling, refreshing thunderstorm. The rain would cause fresh water to accumulate in the volcanic rock, forming cool springs and brooks and ponds. It must have been magnificent. If we had lived there, if we had seen it, it would have seemed as though it had always been there, and would always be. Nothing lasts forever, of course, and this was no exception.

About 320 million years ago, the ocean basin, and with it the reefs and the volcanic islands, was uplifted when two continental plates impacted each other, folding and faulting the rock strata and pushing the terrain upwards, turning the basin into highlands. The oceans retreated, the seabeds became dry land. The former volcanic mountains, after nearly a billion years as islands, became mountains again. Erosion, and the steady shifting of the tectonic plates, wore down the old islands and the reefs, broke them up, turned them into rolling hills, steep-sided rocky bluffs, deep plunging valleys, wide plateaus. Fresh water pooled, flowed, dissolved the calcium carbonate rocks to form sinkholes and caves and losing-streams. Plant and animal life spread to the old seabeds, and layers of soil were formed. Aquifers were built up, and from some of them emerged hundreds of freshwater springs and seeps. Springs and rainfall drainage flowed through the cave systems and down the hills and bluffs, meeting to form hundreds of streams, running through the valleys and joining together to form rivers. The rivers eroded ravines, deposited sediment in the floodplains of broad valleys, met each other to form steadily larger and larger rivers, and eventually, flowed out to the ocean. Aquatic life, unwilling to give up its territory so easily, found its way inland along these rivers, and set up shop; much reduced from its former glory, it nevertheless made a home there.

Millions more years passed. The continents shifted, the climate changed. Mass extinctions occurred. Ecosystems grew, lived, fell, were replaced by newer ones. The oxygen content in the air gradually went down worldwide. Locally, around our volcano, the humidity decreased, the rains grew more infrequent, the average temperature lowered. The climate grew milder, and seasonal differences became more pronounced. Frosts and snows became common in the winters. Life here changed dramatically, but it endured. It did more than endure. It thrived, just as it had always done here. The rugged and highly varied terrain came to accommodate a diverse range of ecosystems – dense, tangled multi-layer forests, rolling plains, thin-soiled desert-like glades of dry grass and cactus. The soil, though incredibly rocky, was fertile. Water was abundant. The climate was forgiving.

One day, something happened, which must have seemed quite insignificant at the time. Nobody knows exactly when. I doubt it felt like a particularly momentous day; it may not have felt like much of anything at all. Making history rarely feels like making history, and you may not realize you’ve done it until well after the fact. Whenever it was, and whatever it felt like, one day, a human being laid eyes on this place for the very first time. Nothing would ever be the same again.

hallowed ground, prologue: the abyss

Earth has existed for 4.5-ish billion years, as far as we can tell. 4.5 billion. It’s a timescale that can only really be thought about in the abstract; you can know it, but not really comprehend it. You can hear of an event that happened a week ago, or a month ago, or ten or one hundred or one thousand years ago, and have an intuitive understanding of about how much time that is, of what it might have felt like to experience the passage of that time, of the things that might have happened and changes that might have occurred over the course of that time. Not so for a million, or a billion, or four and a half billion. The human brain is not built to think in those terms. A billion years may as well be a million years as far as our thinkmeat is concerned. If you want to get even a vague feeling of the colossal time scales we’re talking about here, you have to cheat a bit. You have to break it down into units, establish frames of reference, train yourself to think about it in a relatable way. It’s a bit like learning to read a map.

Because we’re humans, human history is the best frame of reference to start with. Humans probably learned how to make fire about 1.3 million years ago; this is an arbitrary and arguably wrong place to start ‘human history’, but it’s the one I’ve chosen to use and it’s my post, so deal with it. Between 1.3 million years ago and today is…everything else. The evolution of anatomically modern humans (the humans to first tame fire were a different species, homo erectus, long before modern humans existed), the development of spoken language, the invention of agriculture, metalworking, and damn near every other thing humans have ever invented, all of it happened within that 1.3 million year timespan. Let’s write that out in numbers: 1,300,000. Agriculture, and with it the beginnings of what we might term ‘civilization’, was independently developed in different places all over the world over a period about 15,000 to 12,000 years ago. Now we’re getting closer to a human-comprehensible timespan, although we’re not quite there yet. Around 10,000 to 8,000 years ago, the first large-scale permanent human settlements are attested in the archaeological records, villages which over thousands of years gradually evolved into the first proto-cities. The oldest known continuously-inhabited communities in the world today are in Lebanon, Syria, and Palestine, and have been continuously inhabited since about 9,000 years ago, give or take. Now let’s narrow ourselves down from ‘the sum total of human history’ as arbitrarily defined by me, to ‘the history of human civilization’ as also arbitrarily defined by me. Let’s say human civilization started with the settlement of the oldest extant continuously-inhabited communities – this definition is wrong for multiple reasons, but it gives us some nice concrete numbers to work with.

Nine thousand-ish years, then. Still a difficult amount of time to comprehend. The sum total of all written history fits into less than half of that. All of the myths and legends, the histories, the stories, all the truth and fiction that has ever been penned comes from that little span of time. It encompasses the rise and fall of a thousand nations, and the lives of over 90% of all the anatomically modern humans who have ever lived according to some estimates (as a fun little aside, the people alive today are about 7-8% of all the humans who have ever lived). In numerals, it looks like this: 9,000

So, 4,500,000,000 is the rough age of the Earth, rounded to the nearest hundred million for convenience. 1,300,000 is the number of years between the taming of fire and now, rounded to the nearest hundred thousand. 9,000 is the number of years between the settlement of the oldest currently existing human communities and now, rounded to the nearest thousand. Between the formation of the Earth and the controlled use of fire by humans were 4,498,700,000 years. Between the controlled use of fire and the settlement of the first proto-cities were 1,291,000 years. The period of time between the discovery of fire and today is 0.029% of the Earth’s total age. The period of time between the settlement of the first proto-cities and today is 0.7% of the time between the discovery of fire and today, and 0.0002% of the Earth’s total age.

Imagine there is a theater playing a film on a loop. It plays continuously and visitors can come and go as they please, sit down and watch however much of the film they like. The film is a timelapse of the entire history of the Earth. The timelapse is running at such a speed that the entire history of human civilization takes about two hours to watch, from the earliest settlement of Jericho to today, meaning a rate of about 75 years per minute. Assuming the film ran continuously, 24/7/365, the looping movie would reach this segment once every 416 days or so. Two hours of recorded human history would be preceded by over a year of timelapse footage, over half of which would be of essentially nothing. When you celebrate the new year, the film begins. At Easter, the film is playing. When Thanksgiving and Christmas roll around, the film is playing. You celebrate another New Year, and still the film is playing. Finally, in early March of the second year, it reaches the founding of the first cities, and before you know it, in so little time that you might not even be able to make an entire date night out of it, it’s over. The history of human civilization is the rough temporal equivalent of one movie night in a period of over 13 months.

If you’re feeling a bit anxious thinking about it right now, as I am, it’s because you are staring into a bottomless pit. This is deep time. If you were to hitch up a line and descend into that pit, humanity and all its works would quickly disappear from view, and you would continue to descend, deeper and deeper, miles and miles, the light of the present receding to a distant pinprick. Eventually, nearly halfway down, etched into the pit’s walls, you would find the opening line of our story. Oh, I forgot to mention that, didn’t I? There’s a story to be told here, and this thing you’re reading right now is the prologue. It’s a true story, and one which I can’t claim to have written; in fact, nobody wrote it. The story wrote itself. I merely read it, and now I am recounting it to the best of my ability. It starts something like this:

1.5 billion years ago, somewhere on the ancient continent of Columbia, a volcano erupted.