Superpowers and Geography

I know this may be a little hard to digest
We’d like to think our own people are special
But the truths of history do seem to suggest
That location is what sets the level
(Of cultural and economic development)

A new discovery shakes the known world of man
Domestication of horses brings upheaval
Central Asians conquer with their cavalry van
Creating brand new geo polities
(New heirarchies and super hegemonies)

Migrations, intermingling of old and new
Elamites become Persian, Minoans become Greek
Skill and wealth move to where they feel they’ll get their due
In search for a more profitable streak

The discovery of sailing the monsoon winds
Now sea trade becomes more profitable than land
The old order crumbles, for progress here rescinds
The power of past authority, buried in sand

The discovery of motorized transport
Is the paradigm we’re living in today
And just as with all of history’s previous diction
It’s about location, location, location

Image: http://www.slate.com/blogs/the_vault/2014/01/02/edward_quin_a_gif_of_his_atlas_displaying_the_boundaries_of_the_known_world.html

(This poem is a bit all over the place. I guess it would make more sense to write it as an essay, but I’d have found that an extremely boring task.

I find that China is a peculiar exception to this phenomenon, or at least it used to be.)

Apeiron, or Dark Ocean and The Bay of Light

Chaotic, wild, primordial space, undefined
Discordant, veiled, illogical face, unrefined

I could make this poem take a rhetoric spin
Appeal to your emotion rather than reason

A ship on the ocean, battling a fierce storm
Sailors, anxious to live, working, praying for calm
Men, delirious from the hard journey of strife
Hoping for landfall and a happy retired life

A crafted narrative, good and bad, life and death
Chaos and order, opposing dualities
Slim chance for a good outcome, just a little wet
Or a watery grave, human feed for the Sea

It makes good imagery, but serves little purpose
Since I seek to discover its inner nature
So I’d rather speak about a torch called Logos
An unknown space: Apeiron, and bounded Peira:
Lit bay within our control, the Understood
(Perhaps even mankind’s collective pool of Truth?)

As the light increases so do the boundaries
Chaos turns to Order, part of the Bay of Truth
But Apeiron is infinite, that vast ocean of darkness
This journey cannot end until Time loses its lastingness

Image: https://www.gotobermuda.co.uk/article/west-whale-bay-beach-southampton-parishs-secluded-gem