2018/6/5 

http://taiwanenglishnews.com/fighter-plane-crashes-during-military-exercise/

 

F-16 crashes in mountains of Northern Taiwan – A Taiwanese fighter pilot flying an F-16 crashed in the mountains of northern Taiwan. An F-16 fighter that took off from an air force base near in Hualien at 1:19 p.m. disappeared from radar at 1:43 p.m. The remains of the jet, piloted by Major Wu Yanting (吳彥霆), have reportedly been discovered scattered around Wufen Mountain (五分山) in New Taipei City, close to Keelung. After the radar signal was lost, a search party was immediately organized and dispatched to search the high altitude mountainous region. Parts of the single seat fighter were first discovered and confirmed as approximately 2:39 in the afternoon, reports CNA. Some pieces of the aircraft have been located, and a search is being conducted to find all of the components and the pilot. The range of the search area will cover 21 square miles, according to sources from the Ministry of National Defense. Major Wu was a 2009 graduate of the Air Force Academy, and had logged 736 hours flying the F-16. June 4 was the first day of Taiwan’s live-fire Hankuang military exercises.

 

 

2018/6/4 

https://www.latimes.com/world/asia/la-fg-taiwan-jet-crash-20180604-story.html

 

A Taiwanese air force fighter plane crashed Monday, killing the pilot and marring this week’s annual military exercises intended to help safeguard the island from its main foe, China. The American-made F-16 fighter disappeared from radar screens an hour after takeoff Monday afternoon in low mountains outside the major northern port city of Keelung. Later, a hiker called police with reports of wreckage, the Taiwanese Defense Ministry and the government-backed Central News Agency reported. The pilot, identified as Maj. Wu Yen-ting, 31, died on the spot. His crash, the second for Taiwan’s air force in less than a year, points to a lapse in personnel training and aircraft mechanics as Taiwan comes under more pressure from China, said Alexander Huang, a strategic studies professor at Tamkang University in Taiwan. Eight F-16s have crashed in Taiwan since 1998, according to the Defense Ministry. An air force Mirage 2000-model aircraft disappeared in November and was never found. Monday’s crash, attributed tentatively to weather conditions and human error, has grounded all F-16 flights until further notice. The air force has 140 of the fighter planes. China has flown military aircraft a dozen times just outside Taiwan’s air defense identification zone over the past three year as pressure on Tsai.

 

tremor grey

04.06.18 
loss in a simulation. blip on a radar screen. deafening roar. mountainside rain. the pilot. the hiker. control. 
inertia tunnelling task compression. ground beneath splintering under raindistortion of speed. 
“Behind you, long, night-long queues of men in uniform move away slowly, kicking AWOL bags along, mostly silent, toward exit doors painted beige, but with edges smudged browner in bell-curves of farewell by the generation of hands. Doors that only now and then open let in the cold air, take out a certain draft of men, and close again. A driver, or a clerk, stands by the door checking rickets, passes, furlough chits. One by one men step out into this perfectly black rectangle of night and disappear. Gone, the war taking them, the man behind already presenting his ticket. Outside motors are roaring: but less like “transport than like some kind of stationary machine, very low earthquake frequencies coming in mixed with the cold—somehow intimating that out there your blindness, after this bright indoors, will be like a sudden blow. . . . Soldiers, sailors, marines, airmen. One by one, gone. Those who happen to be smoking might last an instant longer, weak little coal swinging in orange arc once, twice—no more. You sit, half-turned to watch them, your soiled sleepy darling beginning to complain, and it’s no use—how can your lusts fit inside this same white frame with so much, such endless, departure? A thousand children are shuffling out these doors tonight, but only rare nights will even one come in, home to your sprung, spermy bed, the wind over the gasworks, closer smells of mold on wet coffee grounds, cat shit, pale sweaters with the pits heaped in a corner, in some accidental gesture, slink or embrace. This wordless ratcheting queue . . . thousands going away . . . only the stray freak particle, by accident, drifting against the major flow. . . .” (Gravity’s Rainbow, Thomas Pynchon, page 76-77) 
28.10.19 
‘there’s another one going.’ camera shaking out base, ear canalgone, liquifying tremorground , elysial corrugate of futurerain pierced missilic grey, sound barrier breaking in the air…jet streaking barometric, point the lens (0:01 – 0:10) inaccurately, too far right, Hualien lampposts, trees, (0:23) ‘there’s another one going’ (0:24 – 0:28) cloud, lens down to blue underdark mountain silhouettes (0:29), missilic dark-blip of jet entering frame left,  (0:30 – 0:35) follow course, firstbuilding, Allen, driving groundmissile on: “the building on the right here was built 10 years ago…10 years ago when I come to Hualien only 400 hotels, now we have 4000, because Chinese tourism like to come to Hualien. After 1994 China joined WTO, we closed sugar factory, wine factory, because the wine imports, sugar much cheaper to import, no longer protect the local manufacturers, we have a winery here but right now only produce Taiwan beer. (0:56 – 1:00) barbed fence, (1:01) amber noiselight, (1:11 – 1:14) blue, (1:18) Chinese tour bus (1:30 – 1:39) grey unflat, lens hitting green, blue, grey, yellow electricity poles sentinel bowing  retreat 
(1:40) that sound resonant deep in the belly of sky and canal tremorground, turn lens vertical, unlocate antjet billowing engines or is it a luncheon cart pulling railframes,  deafening roar distant. and in the quietude now of London (27.11.19) sensation outshooting itself in the freight of the Zhengzhou missile (24.10.19), strapped in turbulent horror over Henan nightrain and thermal billoframe, barometric pressure, sensing you at 700mph, braced in chair, outroaring engine, headphones dimming canals, bellygone liquitremor, a modern Slothrop, attuned not only to the Virilian missiles in the sky, but the frequency tremors, of steel industries haemmorghaging 33,000ft below, exports dropping into mountainside rain distorted freight straining port  blue in memory’s reverb, and you pre-empt the simulated horror of the engines cutting and pilottunnels entering rapid cabin decompression dive in sudden, fast moving deteriorating

 

There is something in trying to find the memory of a place as it burns up in the atmosphere of a personal depth and shared tremor. Loss is a freight that carries through. 
 
24.10.19 | 12:27
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quite a nice quote from Brian Massumi in his book The Power at the End of the Economy, attaching below, also love the work of Kathleen Stewart 
“The self-evidence of our present perception does not stand the test of time. Our memory plays tricks on us. It is becoming increasingly accepted that a memory is not reproduced. Rather, it is regenerated. A memory is always an event, never a representation. The event of memory varies according to the conditions under which it is produced. Personal memory is an evolving dynamic system that is predicated not on reproduction  but on re-creation. In the vocabulary of cognitive science, memory is by nature “reconstructive.” This means that the person we are as a function of our memories is self-re-creating. If it weren’t, personal growth and change would be impossible. The fabulatory element of perception as it varies over time is a creative factor in life. In its absence, the individual would be an ambulant repetition-compulsion, shackled to a bedrock of past preferences and principles. 
I think what I was meaning when the Silk Roads are secondary to all this is that it is more a story written from the pivot of the return, from the fragile perch of the present and the return, sidling back into daily routines/paths/inertial gaits – the house/the car/the train – then the way image/video/memory/objects/colours inflect the brace of inertia’s freight, how our logistical personhood as a dynamite of ambulant repetition-compulsion, is subtly rocked on its axis, how memory is not something cast to a past neatly cut from the present, but is itself resonance, a shoreline smearing the future in a content of the past,  Springsteen’s freight train running through the middle of my head… OOooO I’m on fire..  
Springsteen is a poet because his music runs time backward 
into the locomotive plain, Delillo’s sun 
and the way opioids inflect a ‘rustbelt’ today is not only psychosomatic, it’s in the lived lives carrying through a past that smears its resonance across the brow of a future, it’s not so much the future is lost to communities where freightage has moved to the Far East, it’s that the past is hard won in a loss recorded daily, the rattling rail-line half-remembered, half-imagined, that doesn’t pass through any more, inject the loss, swallow the line, loosen the brace of inertia’s freight,  cue in your elysial corrugate, walk with Cash, 
relief line washing out fast. 

 

And modern Slothrop, attuned not only to the Virilian missiles in the sky, but the frequency tremors that made the camera shake and the puffer diedry on the Hualien road from October Qixingtan, registering the primal scream of men-strapped machines streaking tremorgrey across Pacific systems in their own minds and ocean lateral: 
07.03.19 Press Release | Arlington, Virginia, USA
The US-Taiwan Business Council Supports Taiwan’s Request for New F-16 Viper Fighter Jets from the United States
According to a statement yesterday from the Ministry of National Defense (MND), Taiwan has made an official request to the United States for new-build fighter jets. While MND has not yet confirmed the quantity or type of aircraft that it has asked for, the request is believed to be for a fleet of 66 F-16 Vipers.
The US-Taiwan Business Council has long supported the sale of additional F-16s to Taiwan. The Council believes that such a sale will address both quantitative and qualitative challenges, and that it will significantly boost Taiwan’s air defenses. The F- 16 Viper’s performance and capabilities readily satisfy the Taiwan Air Force’s operational requirements. In addition, current maintenance, life-cycle support, and pilot training infrastructure would allow for cost-efficient and rapid integration into Taiwan’s existing armed forces.
The new-build F-16-Vs will both support and augment the F-16 upgrade program that the Taiwan military is currently undertaking. A major project begun in 2016, the program upgrades Taiwan’s existing F-16 A/B s to F-16Vs, and provides them with the AN/APG-83 Active Electronically Scanned Array (AESA) radar. Together, the retrofit program and the new buy will allow Taiwan to field a modern and capable fleet of fighter aircraft in sufficient numbers to meet the evolving threat represented by China’s ongoing military modernization.
Council President Rupert Hammond-Chambers commented “Taiwan has a legitimate right to purchase new airframes and to maintain a modern, well-functioning Air Force that can ensure air sovereignty. A purchase of new F-16Vs will help to close the previously looming fighter gap, and will serve to significantly improve Taiwan’s ability to defend its airspace. This request also represents an important increase in Taiwan’s commitment to its own defense and security. Given that this sale would be consistent with the Taiwan Relations Act (TRA) requirement for the U.S. to provide Taiwan with arms to defend itself, I am hopeful that the two sides can come to an agreement and move forward with the acquisition program in a timely manner.”

06.04.19 

https://www.defensenews.com/global/asia-pacific/2019/10/18/taiwan-says-f-16-upgrade-back-on-track-as-it-seeks-recon-pods-that-can-watch-chinas-coastline/
Taiwan says F-16 upgrade back on track, as it seeks recon pods that can watch China’s coastline
MELBOURNE, Australia — Taiwan’s defense minister said the country’s program to upgrade its F-16 fleet is expected to finish on schedule in 2022, despite ongoing delays.
In addition, the East Asian island’s government is also seeking new long-range reconnaissance pods for its F-16 fleet, which is set to be bolstered with more aircraft following the U.S. State Department’s approval of Taiwan’s request for 70 more new F-16 jets in August.
 
Speaking to Taiwan’s parliament, Defense Minister Yen Teh-fa admitted that the Phoenix Rising upgrade program had been “seriously” delayed, citing a shortage of manpower at Taiwan’s Aerospace Industrial Development Corporation, or AIDC, as the main cause. However, he added, the shortage has been alleviated by hiring 200 additional employees at AIDC’s purpose-built F-16 upgrade facility at Taichung.
Meanwhile, the chief of staff of Taiwan’s Air Force, Lt. Gen. Liu Renyuan, said the delays mean the number of upgraded F-16s expected this year has been reduced from 24 to 20, although he still expects the upgrade program to be completed as planned by 2022.
 
The $5.3 billion Phoenix Rising program will see Taiwan’s F-16A/B Block 20 aircraft upgraded to the F-16V standard. The upgrade sees the installation of the Northrop Grumman AN/APG-83 scalable agile beam radar, an active electronically scanned radar, to replace the older mechanically scanned set; new mission computers; improvements to the aircraft’s electronic warfare suite and avionics; and the integration of new precision-guided weapons.
The MS-110 is a derivative of the DB-110 LOROP pod, and it adds multispectral capability to the DB-110’s electro-optical/infrared capabilities.
According to UTC Aerospace Systems, the DB-110 is a 110-inch focal length reconnaissance system capable of producing high-resolution imagery from nadir to a standoff range of more than 80 nautical miles, day or night. The company also says the DB-110 can collect more than 10,000 square miles of high-resolution imagery per hour and “serves as the cornerstone of many air forces’ tactical and strategic [intelligence, surveillance and reconnaissance] capabilities.”
 
The new pods are slated to replace four Phoenix Eye LOROP pods used by the Taiwanese Air Force’s F-16s and eight Northrop RF-5E Tigereye reconnaissance aircraft. Critics of the Phoenix Eye pods have pointed to the technology’s inefficiency in night and all-weather environments, something that the MS-110 system is expected to resolve.
Lu also cited the range of the MS-110 in parliament, noting that the Taiwan Strait, between Taiwan from China, is 68 nautical miles at its narrowest point and that an MS-110-equipped F-16 will be able to observe parts of China’s coastline without leaving Taiwanese airspace. China sees Taiwan as a rogue province following the end of the Chinese civil war in 1949, when nationalist forces fled the mainland and established themselves on the island following their defeat to communist forces. China has not ruled out the use of force to reincorporate Taiwan into its territory.
Loss in a simulation. blip on a radar screen. deafening roar. mountainside rain. The brace of inertia’s freight locking in. 
Riding at a thousand feet, air rushing through his skull, thinking in blitz-maps – why is my life a string of nuclear sunsets, why is my life a string of nuclear sunsets? 
Because life is obliterative. Gudu-gudu-gudu releasing metal against the sky, a scream against the sky, that Japanese art-movement. 

The planet orbits two suns: a red sun and a blue sun. For 45 years after its discovery, no spacecraft had visited Solaris. At that time, the Gamow-Shapley theory—that Life was impossible on planets which are satellites of two solar bodies—was firmly believed. The orbit is constantly being modified by variations in the gravitational pull in the course of its revolutions around the two suns. Due to these fluctuations in gravity, the orbit is either flattened or distended and the elements of life, if they appear, are inevitably destroyed, either by intense heat or an extreme drop in temperature. These changes take place at intervals estimated in millions of years—very short intervals, that is, according to the laws of astronomy and biology (evolution takes hundreds of millions of years if not a billion). From where I was, I could see only a part of the corridor encircling the laboratory. I was at the summit of the Station, beneath the actual shell of the superstructure; the walls were concave and sloping, with oblong windows a few yards apart. The blue day was ending, and, as the shutters grated upwards, a blinding light shone through the thick glass. Every metal fitting, every latch and joint, blazed, and the great glass panel of the laboratory door glittered with pale coruscations.  I got up. The disc of the sun, reminiscent of a hydrogen explosion, was sinking into the ocean

Taipei, Feb. 19 (CNA) The Control Yuan announced Wednesday that it impeached five military personnel earlier this month for negligence that resulted in an F-16 fighter crash during a 2018 drill that killed its pilot. The Control Yuan said it passed a motion on Feb. 4 to impeach Shih Ching-nien (史青年), Lai Wen-sheng (賴文生), Lu I-shun (盧易舜), Chuang Chun-yuan (莊春源) and Ou Chien-fei (區劍飛) after its investigation into the crash that killed Major Wu Yen-ting (吳彥霆) showed that the five military officers were chiefly responsible for the incident. According to the investigation report, before the crash, Wu had twice asked the Air Force Air Operations Center whether he could climb higher since he was having difficulty getting a clear visual due to heavy clouds. However, the five officers made a wrong judgment call due to lack of preparedness and/or sloppiness, which ultimately led to the F-16 being unable to climb above 2,000 feet before it crashed into Wufen Mountain in New Taipei’s Rueifang District, the report said. Shih, Lai and Lu were responsible for charting the wrong flight route for Wu’s jet, which led to it flying into the mountains. Chuang was tasked with serving as a liaison officer to coordinate with civilian air controllers during the drill. However, he completely forgot about the mission and did not correct the wrong flight route in time. Ou, meanwhile, was responsible for training related personnel at Air Operations Center, yet he did not properly supervise the mission and did not follow standard procedure that requires double checking of the flight route, which ultimately led to the tragedy, the report said. Control Yuan member Bau Tzong-ho (包宗和) said the findings show that the crash was “clearly the result of human error” on the part of the five officers. They will now be handed over to the Judicial Yuan’s Public Functionary Disciplinary Sanction Commission for a decision on what punishment should be imposed on them, he added. Bau, meanwhile, said the Control Yuan is also probing the responsibilities of civilian air traffic controllers in the crash and will ask the Civil Aeronautics Administration to levy punishments on relevant personnel after the investigative report is released. 
Another Control Yuan member, Chang Kuei-mei (仉桂美), said civilian air traffic controllers are partly responsible for the tragedy, since the drill involved close coordination between civilian and Air Force air traffic controllers. In response, the Air Force said it fully respects the impeachment decision and has already taken measures to beef up its air traffic control capability to prevent a similar tragedy from happening again. The crash occurred on June 4, 2018 when Wu’s single-seat F-16 disappeared from radar screens at 1:43 p.m., nearly half an hour after it took off from Hualien Air Base to participate in the annual Han Kuang military exercises. Wreckage of the fighter jet and parts of Wu’s body were later found on Wufen Mountain. The 31-year-old pilot is survived by his wife, who also serves in the Air Force, and a son. The Air Force had previously attributed the cause of the tragedy to “a combination of factors, including poor weather conditions and human error,” based on its initial findings. It did not, however, release its final investigative results, citing the need for confidentiality.
She shouldn’t but she does, rain sheeting down on Taipei district, climbing mountains into happy hardcore temples. Loss tempers her mood, swivelling umbrellas, cousins gone to HK, protesting their past or some semblance of it, some cross-straits strafed scream against the night, and on boats military non-military, effusive materials pass over into the stream of click-purchase and the gargle of late night restaurant pork, kisses, beginnings, endings, love and war. dilapidatings. The rain sheets onto movable earth, elevator shaft she’s early, holding a laminated photo in her hand and an address, 42 Taipei main street. A man she’s come to meet, blitzered into her life like a message from stencilled deep, better to be lost in a leukeamia of stars, in thunder anahcronistic red 
Left below gathering up the white shock cords, only one looking up, goes looking for the thunderstorm—under, through the thunder playing to a martial tune—crowding soon in gray cliffs to the right, the strokes of lightning banging all the mountains blue, the cockpit briefly filled with the light. . . right at the edge. Right here, at the interface, the air will be rising. You follow the edge of the storm, with another sense—the flight-sense, located nowhere, filling all your nerves … as long as you stay always right at the edge between fair lowlands and the madness of Donar it does not fail you, whatever it is that flies, this carrying drive toward—is it freedom? Does no one recognize what enslavement gravity is till he reaches the interface of the thunder?”

Yang Mu - The Hawk of the Mind, see also The Great Flowing River: A Memoir of China, from Manchuria to Taiwan (Chi Pang-Yuan) and Strait Rituals: China, Taiwan and the United States in the Taiwan Strait Crises, 1954 - 1958 (Pang Yang Huei, 2019)

The Equifinality of Two Souls

The Red Fighter Pilot – Manfred von Richthofen (1892 – 1918) Nephew of the Silk Roads Coiner – the speed of the jet, written into the machine all along
Hellmut Ritter (February 27, 1892 – 19 May 1971) was a leading German Orientalist specialising in ArabicPersian, and Turkish, and an authority on Sufi ritual and mystical beliefs. The son of a Protestant minister, his brothers were the conservative historian Gerhard Ritter and the theologist Karl Bernhard Ritter. He was educated at Halle where he studied under Carl Brockelmann and Paul Kahle, then at Strasbourg under Carl Heinrich Becker. He then served as a military interpreter during World War One in IraqPalestine and Iran. In 1919 he became a teaching assistant at the University of Hamburg, researching classical Arabic literature and Greek and medieval alchemy. But his academic career in Germany was effectively ended in 1925 when he was convicted for homosexuality.[2] Being dismissed from his post in early 1926, he went to Istanbul. Istanbul (1926-1949) In Istanbul Ritter realised the city’s ancient libraries held a wealth of manuscripts and literary treasures that lay moldering and unregarded. He began work on a series of scholarly articles, which he had published in the series Philologika; Issue I – Gustav Flügel‘s 1870 unfinished translation work on the tenth century encyclopedia of Ibn al-Nadim, entitled Al-Fihrist; Issue VII – edited translations of Arabic and Persian treatises on profane and mystical love; Issue VIII – Anṣāri Haravi and Sanāʾi Ḡaznavi; Issue X – Farid-al-din ʿAṭṭār; Issue XI – Jalāl-al-Din Rumi; Issues XIV-XVI – ʿAṭṭār. He also discovered the original text of the fantasy anthology Tales of the Marvellous and News of the Strange.[3] Despite his effective exile from Germany, he was head of the German Orientalist Society in Istanbul and his scholarly work had some supporters in Germany. This support enabled the funding of his proposed Bibliotheca Islamica series of scholarly monographs from 1929 onwards. In the early 1930s he worked on early Arabic alchemical manuscripts, among others, and also pioneered the understanding of the influence of Ancient Greek literature on Arabic culture and science. The election of the Nazi Party in Germany in 1933 meant that Ritter’s contract for work was ended, but friends in the German Orientalist Society quietly managed to find a small amount of funding that enabled his work to continue. Then a new and local opportunity arose, due to Mustafa Kemal Atatürk‘s rapid modernisation of Istanbul and Turkey. Thus the newly improved and re-organised Istanbul University asked Ritter to work as a professor. Despite working on a temporary contract, Ritter was tasked with raising a new generation of Turkish scholars, able to work with rigour on the region’s ancient literature. The Swiss orientalist Fritz Meier was also among his students in Istanbul. Ritter pursued the work with vigour, making his students learn a new language each year.
THE OCEAN OF THE SOUL: MEN, THE WORLD AND GOD IN THE STORIES OF FARID AL-DIN ATTAR BY HELMUT RITTER 
HELMUT RITTER, a German writing at a similar time to von Richthofen. In The Ocean of the Soul Hellmut Ritter sets out to examine and elucidate the world of ideas of the poet Farid a1-Dīn CAttār. He uses as the basis for his study the poet’s four epic works, the Asrārnāma, Ilāhīnāma, Mantiq al-tayr and the Musībatnāma but likewise takes account of the poet’s other writings, as well as a dazzling array of primary sources in Arabic, Persian and Turkish, in order to map out the broad cultural context which constitutes the parameters of Attār’s spiritual and intellectual world. 
Another bird (38/0, p. 127) asks: “How long is the road?” The hoopoe an- swers: “Seven valleys which we must cross lie along our road. How many parasangs the road is no one knows, for no one has ever returned from this jour- ney.” He now describes the individual valleys.  The first valley is the Valley of Seeking. It’s full of difficulties and hardships. Years of striving and hard effort are necessary there. You must sacrifice and put at risk money and goods. You must walk in blood and give up everything. When your heart has become free and cleansed of all ties, then the light of God begins to shine for you, then your fervor is more intensely kindled. Though fire and a hundred precipices threaten the traveller, he’ll still cast himself into the flames like the moth and crave a drink from the cup of that wine-pourer. But the drink will make him forget both worlds. Faith and unbelief will be the same to him, if only the door is opened for him. The next valley is the Valley of Love (39/0, p. 132). Then comes the Valley of Knowledge (40/0, p. 137). In this valley there are roads which run in different directions. The difference between the roads travellers take is determined by the difference in their strength and aptitude. Thus one person found an idol, another the Kacba.  In the next valley, the Valley of Detachment (41/0, p. 141), the senseless- ness and futility of most of what happens in the world becomes evident. Count- less human lives are wasted before a prophet arises who draws near to God. Worlds are destroyed. Nor does it mean any more than if a piece of straw van- ished from the water’s surface, etc.  Then comes the Valley of Oneness (42/0, p. 146). In it all apparent multiplic- ity proves to be one. All ones multiplied by one still come out as one. However, it’s not a matter of single units in a numerical series but the oneness which lies beyond measure and number, oneness in which past and future eternity come to- gether as one. The substance of the world is one.  Next comes the Valley of Bewilderment (43/0, p. 150). For whoever enters this valley all clear concepts become confused. He doesn’t know whether he ex- ists or not, whether he’s in the center or at the edge, whether he’s visible or hid- den, whether he has faded away or is persistent or both at once. He says: “I don’t know”, and this as well he doesn’t know. He’s in love and doesn’t know with whom. He doesn’t know whether he’s a believer or an infidel. His heart is full of love but at the same time empty. He loses faith in himself and no longer knows a way out.  The next valley is the Valley of Denudation and Extinction (44/0, p. 156). This is the valley of oblivion, dumbness, deafness and unconsciousness. Here hundreds of thousands of shadows have passed away before one sun. If the ocean of the universe begins to surge, the pictures painted on its surface disappear. Whoever dives into this ocean and resurfaces after having been forlorn, wins insight into the secret of the cosmos. Travellers who stepped into this ocean disappeared with their very first step. No one takes a second step. 
The traveller now asks the Ocean (20/0) to give him a sign of that which is devoid of signs because it contains the sea within itself, and not to refuse water to him who is the thirsty one.—The Ocean answers that it’s thirsty itself and out of shame it has begun to sweat. The fish themselvés wept because of its situa- tion. It seeks a drop from the ocean of God. How can it, being thirsty itself, quench the thirst of others who are thirsty?—The pir explains that the Ocean is the symbol of eternally unquenchable longing, which despite any amount of drinking forever remains thirsty. Thirst of the soul and thirst of the heart are necessary but both with moderation, because too much and too little both deter from perfection. 
The traveller goes to the Heart (39/0). “You’re between the fingers of God”, he says. “Now since you’re so close to God, confer closeness to God on me, the far-off one!”—The Heart answers that it’s no more than a reflection of the sun of the soul, etc.—The pir explains that the heart is the seat of love. 
The traveller now reaches the last of the stations, the Soul (40/0). He says to it: “You’re soul (jān) and world (Jihān) at the same time, you’re the breath of the All-merciful and the exhalation of God. My soul is a derivation from your ocean. I die, now you do what seems good to you. If you bestow life on me, then you el- evate me for all eternity.”—The soul answers: “You’ve traversed the whole world in vain, until you’ve finally reached my shore. What you’ve been seeking is within you. You’re a partition unto yourself. Dive into my ocean and lose your- self there completely.” 
Now the traveller throws himself into the ocean of the soul and realizes at this point that he himself is everything, that he is the primordial ground of all things. When he has realized this, he says to the soul: “Oh soul, since you were everything, why did you first cause me to wander so widely?” The soul answers: “So that you would realize my worth. If someone finds a treasure without effort, he doesn’t know how to appreciate it. Only a treasure which is acquired through hardship is appreciated for its worth.” The traveller understands that he didn’t re- alize his own worth, that he would have done better to go into his own soul in- stead of into the world.—Thereupon he returns to the pir and the pir explains to him the nature of the soul. It is the creative divine light, the light of Muhammad, from which all supernatural and earthly things have arisen. In this way the holy law is set up in opposition to philosophy. Reason needs to be supervised by revelation and guidance from the prophets. 
For the Sūfī, however, there is still another kind of thought, “the heart’s thought” in meditation, in contemplation, which is to be achieved by means of dhikr, concentration of the soul on God. Thought based on reason is a matter for unbelievers, whereas “the traveller thought” emerges from dhikr (above p. 21). Of course, there is no longer a process of revelation such as was conferred on the prophets, but God bestows illuminations and forms of un- derstanding on His friends, on the basis of which they speak higher truth. 
The traveller thought doesn’t come forth from reason, he comes forth from the heart. People of the heart possess another form of experience (dhawq) and another understanding (fahm) which is higher than the understanding of both worlds. Whoever activates this understanding throws himself into the ocean of mysteries. 
But the real source of mystical understanding is the soul. This understanding through the soul ( C i r f ā n ) stands in contrast to un- derstanding through reason, it stands above understanding through reflection (meditation), which ends in helpless bewilder- ment (tahayyur), and above transmitted science (cilm) which ends in ignorance. 
Nature as well takes part in the general helplessness. 
The sky, out of sorrow at not having reached the goal of its searching, dressed in blue as a sign of mourning. The mountain girded its waist in order to seek this truth but in the end was reduced to dust (surah 7/143) because it had nothing but wind in its hand. The ocean died of thirst with dry lips (lab: also shore). The sun sets every day with a yellow cheek because of this pain. Every month the moon throws away its shield. The earth has dust on its head because of cares. (AN in 13/9).—Nearly all beings answer the world-traveller with fantastical aetiologies when he seeks their help and guidance (above pp. 22 ff.). 
A venerable man says: “The sky every day asks the earth: ‘Do you finally have knowledge of God?’ One can’t live without this knowledge!”—We’re all confused, and our head is set spinning in this endless valley. Who knows what’s in store for those who’ve died? They all passed away with their head full of ab- surd desires. They were extinguished like a bright lamp. We’ve all remained out- side before the door like the door-knocker, incapable and powerless in our affairs and in our actions. (AN 13/10). 
In his helpless situation man is afraid of what “time” (see above pp. 43 f.) will cause to befall him. 
Once man has understood—and the poet is urging him to do so—that he’s no more than a poor handful of earth, once he has recognized his helpless position between the wheel of heaven and the polo ball of the earth, he then gives up his arrogance and is afraid of the magic tricks (tilsamāt) of “time”. He has no trust in peace. 
A man stands on the shore of a peaceful ocean, whose end his thought cannot encompass, and says: “Oh you endless ocean! I feel great fear before your peace- 
ful calm. If the wave arises from within you, you then smash many ships indeed.” (AN 16/5). 
In this world the believer feels as if he is in a prison. (Above pp. 51 f.). He feels confined in it like in a narrow pass. 
A man meets a dervish in the desert and asks what he’s doing. The dervish an- swers: “Shame on you for asking like this! I’m sitting in the narrow pass of the world, and the world is now confinement for me.” The other says: “How can you talk about a narrow pass in this wide-open desert?” The dervish says: “If there were no narrow pass here, surely you wouldn’t have come across me.” (MT 24/4, p. 85).—(In the context the story is an amplification of the expression “not to fit in with the world”, as here for instance (MT 24/3) through consciousness of “higher striving”. 
Neither body, nor soul, neither beginning, nor end, is visible in this ocean. Whether you’re Frēdhūn or Afrāsiyāb (figures from heroic legend), in this ocean you’re only a drop. If the wind carries off a straw from the harvest stack, why should you lament? (AN in 14/1). 
Attār complains about the “infidel” carnal soul (nafs)(p. 215 below) which will not obey him, and expresses self-hate and a sense of life’s futility: 
I test the obedience of the infidel carnal soul on an hourly basis. I see that it’s drowning in a dangerous ocean. I see that things grow worse for it by the moment. What this disastrous dog does to me—I’ll be an infidel if the infidels of Byzantium (cf. the expression “the dog of Rum”) do this (to the believers). No one is an enemy to himself as much as I am. Who’s more removed from knowl- edge than I am? No one. Good fortune was like a dry cloud for me, the outcome of my life a sigh of regret (darēgh). How should we heal the suffering? Life is over, how should we mourn (adequately)? (MN in 17/5). 
I said to my heart: “Oh talkative one! How long will you go on talking. Be silent now and seek out secrets!” It answered: “I’ve dived into the fire, don’t scold me! I burn if I don’t speak words. The ocean of my soul stirs up hundreds and hundreds of waves. How can I be at rest for a moment! I don’t boast about it to anyone, I keep myself busy with it.” (MT p. 176, verses 4468-71). 
CAttār is an unrivalled master in the art of making mythical and cosmic essences and mute creatures speak through “the language of states” and making them appear, by means of fantastical aeti- ologies and free interpretations of their qualities and their situa- tion, as living bearers of the same religious feelings which ani- mate men of piety. Thus he represents mythical and natural enti- ties as taking part in longing for God and seeking after Him. This form of aetiology is in particular very richly developed in the Musībatnāma where all the mythical, cosmic and natural entities explain to the traveller that things are no better for them than for him because they also seek closeness to God in vain, etc. The cosmos as well yearns for its divine ultimate ground, to which it will one day return (pp. 631 f. below). A few examples from the rich abundance: 
The stars in the sky course through cosmic space because they’re seeking God (MN 7/0; above p. 24).—The sun burns because of love and longing, is one moment red, the next yellow because of pain, and wears a blue garment of mourning because of love’s sorrow (MN 13/0; above p. 25). Every evening it falls to the earth in a swoon (rubs its ear on the earth) out of longing for God (MT p. 3, verse 73).—The moon wastes away out of love for God and every month throws away its shield (sipar) out of perplexity (verse 74). Water wanders restlessly in search of Him, it surges and rages out of longing and consists of nothing but tears of yearning (MN 17/0; above p. 25).—The ocean, like the Sufis, has donned a blue robe, it’s in eternal restlessness and thirsts after a drop from the ocean of God (MN 20/0; above p. 20), it beats with its head (up and down) out of confusion over God, the hem of its skirts is wet and its lip (the shore) is dry (MT p. 3, verse 75).—The mountain has its foot in mud because of longing for God, is perplexed and motionless and without heart (reason, i.e. it has lost its reason) (IN p. 36).—The rose laughs in the spring out of longing for You, that is why it has countless colors. The violet is a wearer of the ascetic robe of the convent. Out of longing for Your path it lowers its head to its breast (as in meditation) (IN p. 6,5,1g).—Out °f ‘o v e f°r tu^P w e n t o n drinking heart’s blood. That’s why it has a heart full of blood and yellow cheeks. (IN p. 7,). 
This secret language of nature is not only understood by 0 Attar but is understood by the mystics as well. 
Someone asked Shibll: “Why does the sun become yellow when it sets?” He answered: “Because it became remote from the halting-station (maqām) of per- fection. Thus it turns yellow in fear because of its situation. (Qushayrl, Risāla 62,4-15, Bāb al-khawfi Sendschreiben 196/10.19; Muhādarāt al-udabā\ Cairo 
1326, 2/28). 
This aetiology is also known as typically Sūfī to the rhetorician cAbd a1-Qāhir a1-Jurjānī. Cf. Asrār al-balāgha, my edition p. 257. 
A man “with vision” comes to the ocean and asks it: “Why do you bear the blue color of mourning? Why do you boil, although no fire is present?” The ocean answers: “I’m in tormented restlessness because of separation from the Friend. I’m not worthy of Him. Due to suffering over Him I wear a blue garment. With dry lip (the shore) I sit in confusion and boil because of the fire of love, etc.” (MT 10/1, p. 38). 
A perfect mystic comes upon a fire-temple and falls to the ground at the sight of the fire. When he comes back to his senses and a companion asks him what happened to him, he answers: “The fire said to me: ‘Don’t look upon me with a contemptuous gaze! Due to this glowing heat and fire which is in me I don’t worry about a handful of donkeys (the fire-worshippers).—Anyone who hasn’t been like fire in love hasn’t experienced genuine love. (MN 39/5). 
But more frequently in CAttār there appears the image of the drop merging in the ocean. It corresponds best to the concept of “immersion and absorption” (istighrāq) which CAttār contrasts with heretical hulūl and ittihād (above pp. 609 f.).  Whoever reached here for one moment… his name becomes lost in both worlds, like a dewdrop which ends up in the ocean… Whoever for one moment attained God’s proximity, he resembles a dewdrop in the ocean. For the drop which became merged in the ocean both worlds apart from God are only an illu- sion. The water of the ocean surrounds him on six sides. He dies with a thirsty heart in God’s street. (Preface and epilogue to the story about the woman whose child became lost. MN 35/5; above p. 609).  After the poet has related the death of the dervish because of the closeness of the prince (above pp. 439 f.), he indulges in reflections about himself:  When I saw the gleam of that sun (denudation, faqr), then I no longer re- mained. An amount of water returned to the water. Although I sometimes won and sometimes lost, (finally) I threw everything into the black water. I became annihilated, I became lost. Nothing remained of me. I became a mere shadow, not one atom of my own emotion remained at all. I was a drop and became lost in the ocean of secrets. Now I can’t find this drop again. (MT p. 162, verses 4092- 97).  
In this image, the impersonal primordial ground of the uni- verse, the primordial ocean of “the secrets” of Being, uniform and without qualities, has by now imperceptibly come to replace the personal God. 
Both conceptions occur strangely mixed together in a passage of the Arsārnāma: 
They ask Bāyazīd: “What’s the most amazing thing in this ocean?” He an- 
swers: “What’s most amazing in my opinion is that anyone at all appears in the 
ocean (above p. 605).”—Then the text continues: “What would be more amazing 
than if you were to find a dewdrop again in the ocean! Three drops exist there, so 
you must think. For each drop there is a special ocean. One is Hell, if you think 
badly of God (pindār-i zisht = sūJ al-çann bi’llâh). The second is Paradise, if you 
think well of Him (husn al-7.ann). The third drop is in the ocean of secrets. Nei- 8 
ther soul, nor body exist there. Without doubt the place of the universe’s unity (wahdat-i kull) is there. Become without-self, for there is found “Abandon your self!” (Utruk nafsak, see p. 651 below).” (AN in 11/2). 
The world is foam from the ocean, an illusion (khayāl), about which only a child would let itself dream. (AN in 6/0).  Everything is non-thing and ephemeral and nothingness. Everything is an intricate talisman (tilism-ē pëch bar pēch, see p. 625 below). What you know and see is a delusion. Delusion (fantasy), reason and sense perception, which are all valid in their own place (dar maqām-i khwadh tamāmast), are only illusion when you go forth from this place. 
Someone asks a wise fool what the world is. The fool answers: “A soap-bub- ble. Take a little soap foam on a pipe and blow a world out of it. Look at the pretty colorful form which comes forth from the pipe! As pretty as this form is, it’s still like the second image which is seen by someone who sees double… It’s a non-existent thing filled with air which disappears into nothingness. If you look with the light of the heart, you see neither door nor wall. Everything dis- appears in your heart like a mote in a sunbeam. A drop disappears in the ocean.” (AN 8/2). 
Another fool answers the question as to what the world is by saying: “The world is an artificial flower of wax that glitters with a hundred colors. If some- one crushes it in his hand, it becomes obvious that it’s all wax.” (MT 42/1, pp. 146-67). 
Many have sunk to the bottom of this endless ocean, and there’s no news of any of them. In this immense ocean the world is a mote in a sunbeam, and a mote in a sunbeam is the world… If the world disappears, and if a mote in a sunbeam disappears, only two water-bubbles have disappeared from this ocean. (MT p. 6, verses 136-37, 139). 
Furthermore, in CAttār the ocean to which all things return, and in which the mystic also becomes extinct through “immersion” (istighrāq), is also the undifferentiated primordial ground from which all things come forth. It is the ocean of eternity from which all things arise and to which they all return without its un- dergoing change. 
An endless ocean was laid out, and from this ocean a vein was diverted to the soul (jān). From this ocean one moment a believer comes forth, another moment an infidel. In this ocean which has neither bottom nor shore, there’s miracle upon miracle without number. Oh this endless ocean of secrets which has neither beginning, nor bottom! If this ocean weren’t concealed behind the curtain, then all that’s been done would remain undone. A world of things that have been done, if it becomes filled with this light, remains existent (only) as long as it’s not far from it. If you say: “Why has it remained behind the curtain since noth- ing that has been done persists there?”, the tongue isn’t allowed to speak about this here… All things which were determined yesterday in pre-eternity, the sky’s wheel brings in action today. Thousands of ages had to elapse before a be- ing like you could take on appearance. (AN 10/0). 

The Ocean of the Soul
With the image of the primordial ocean of Being from which all  things have come forth, and from which a branch leads to the mystic’s soul, Attār in the Musībatnāma likewise gives an answer to the question concerning man’s relationship to the primordial world-ground. Man is attached by his soul to this primordial ground. Through the soul, and through the soul alone, he has ac- cess to it. Through “the Ocean of the Soul” alone can the world- traveller, after having visited in vain one cosmic being after the other and turned in vain to one prophet after the other, find that which he has sought. This redeeming knowledge is imparted to him by the Prophet Muhammad. The moment when the Prophet advises him to travel the path into his own interior, instead of seeking outside in vain, forms the climax and the turning point of the big frame-story of the Musībatnāma. I cannot enter into the parallels relevant to the history of religion, in particular the Indian ones. Cf. e.g. K. Coomaraswamy, ‘The Sea”, in India Antiqua pp. 89-94; Alexander Rüstow, Ortsbestimmung der Gegenwart 2/69 ff. 
The Prophet advised the world-traveller to travel the path into his own inter- ior instead of wandering about in the cosmos. There he will have to pass through five stations, the last of which is the soul. The traveller follows the Prophet’s advice and on the journey within himself finally reaches the soul. (Above pp. 28-29). He addresses the soul: “You’re both the soul (Jān) and the universe (jihān-i mutlaq), the breath and exhalation of God. My soul (jān) is a branch from your ocean. I will now die, and it’s now a matter for you to do what you believe is right.” (MN in 40/0).—The soul (ruh) answers: “Oh you traveller with bewildered soul! Even if you’ve wandered about in the world so much—you’ve traversed hundreds of worlds in passionate longing for me until you finally reached the shore of my ocean! …Now that you’ve arrived here, divest yourself,
immerse yourself in an ocean, be a man! I’m like an ocean without end, without boundary and end I extend into eternity. Make your head into your foot on the shore of my ocean, don’t think of life and hurl yourself within! If you’re entirely immersed in this ocean, then forever sink still deeper! For as long as God exists, you’ll never see the beginning or the end of this ocean. And the deeper you sink—oh wonder—the more thirsty you’ll become! The drop forever searches for water because it wants to be like the ocean.” (Ibid.). 
The traveller does as he has been told (pp. 638 f. below). Be- fore we follow him on this path into his own soul, we must still consider a few passages in which the cosmological significance of this ocean is presented. 
To begin with, the state of individual existence separated from this ocean is described. Just as there is no good and bad after ex- tinction (above p. 624), there is also no good and bad in the pri- mordial ocean into which the one who experiences extinction is meant to hurl himself. These two are only found in separate indi- vidual existence. 
The eternal ocean knows nothing of good and bad. Whether the drop is a be- liever or an idolater, the ocean always remains the way it is. All good and bad takes on appearance in you, all pure and impure comes from you. (MN in 40/0).  The tormenting questions only arise in separate individual exis- tence. The horizon of knowledge is confined and prone to sub- jectivity.  The drop that’s separated from the ocean falls into “why?”, “what?” and “how?” But if it’s in the flow, then there’s neither “why?”, nor “what?”, nor “how?” …Outside, the great and the small all run on in accordance with their own illusions. (Ibid.). 
The drop pursues its activity on the surface of the ocean in accordance with the extent of its vision. There where its vision ends is the shore for the drop. But since this ocean has no shore, how can the drop see a shore there? If it sees a shore, then that’s its imagination. If it sees a phantom, then that’s its opinion. If the ant crosses a mountain, to his eye the mountain is less than a piece of straw. If the fly were to see the elephant’s size, he wouldn’t make the elephant’s blood his fountain. If the sun were to appear in its full size, the chameleon wouldn’t be in love with it. He imagines in his ignorance that the sun moves from its position for his sake… You’re caught in your own sack and worship your own illusion. The matter lies beyond what you imagine… You’re like the fly that lands on the elephant in order to throw it to the ground with his own hand, or like the sparrow that flies to Mt Qāf in order to split it with his beak, or the mote in the sunbeam that wants to trample the sun under its foot. You’re a drop that presumes to drink up the whole ocean. (MN in 40/0). 
Baron Ferdinand Freiherr von Richthofen (5 May 1833 – 6 October 1905), better known in English as Baron von Richthofen, was a German traveller, geographer, and scientist. He is noted for coining the terms “Seidenstraße” and “Seidenstraßen” = “Silk Road(s)” or “Silk Route(s)” in 1877.[1][2][3] He also standardized the practices of chorography and chorology. He was an uncle of the World War I flying ace Manfred von Richthofen, best known as the “Red Baron“. He was born in Carlsruhe, at that time in Prussian Silesia, and was educated in the Roman Catholic Gymnasium in Breslau. He studied Medicine at the University of Breslau and at the Humboldt University of Berlin. He traveled or studied in the Alps of Tyrol and the Carpathians in Transylvania. In 1860, he joined the Eulenburg Expedition, a Prussian expedition which visited Ceylon, Japan, Taiwan, Celebes, Java, the Philippines, Siam, Burma between 1860 and 1862. No important work resulted from these travels, for much of Richthofen’s records and collections was lost. China was at the time inaccessible owing to the Taiping rebellion, but Richthofen was impressed with the desirability of exploring it.[4] From 1862 to 1868, he worked as a geologist in the United States, discovering goldfields in California. He then followed up his interest in China by several more trips there, and also to Japan, Burma, and Java. In China he located the dried-up lake bed of Lopnur. He published his geographical, geological, economic, and ethnological findings in three volumes with an atlas, which, however, did not cover the entire field or complete the author’s plan. This work appeared at Berlin in 1877-85 under the title of China: Ergebnisse eigener Reisen und darauf gegründeter Studien. In this standard work, the author deals not only with geology but with every subject necessary to a general geographical treatise. Notably he paid close attention to the economic resources of the country he traversed. He also wrote a valuable series of letters to the Shanghai Chamber of Commerce, and first drew attention to the importance of the coalfields of Shantung, and of Kiaochow as a port.[4] 
The Red Fighter Pilot (German: Der Rote Kampfflieger) is a book written by Manfred von Richthofen, a famous German fighter pilot who is considered the top scoring ace of the First World War, being officially credited with 80 air combat victories. The book details some of Richthofen’s experiences during World War I. He finished the book in 1917, and as it was written during World War I, it was subjected to war-time censorship. Richthofen was killed in combat in 1918. The Red Fighter Pilot was the only book he authored. Written on the instructions of the “Press and Intelligence” (propaganda) section of the Luftstreitkräfte, it shows evidence of having been censored and edited
Moritz has taken a very sensible view of the world-war and of our enemies. When in the summer of 1916 he saw for the first time Russian natives—the train had stopped and Moritz was being taken for a walk —he chased the Russian crowd with loud barking. He has no great opinion of Frenchmen although he is, after all, a Belgian. Once, when I had settled in new quarters, I ordered the people to clean the house. When I came back in the evening nothing had been done. I got angry and asked the Frenchman to come and see me. When he opened the door Moritz greeted him rather brusquely. Immediately I understood why no cleaning had been done.
The English Attack Our Aerodrome
NIGHTS in which the full moon is shining are most suitable for night flying. During the full moon nights of the month of April our English friends were particularly industrious. This was during the Battle of Arras.. Probably they had found out that we had comfortably installed ourselves on a beautiful large flying ground at Douai.”“One night when we were in the Officers’ Mess the telephone started ringing and we were told: “The English are coming.” There was a great hullabaloo. We had bombproof shelters. They had been got ready by our excellent Simon. Simon is our architect, surveyor and builder. We dived down into shelter and we heard actually, at first a very gentle humming and then the noise of engines. The searchlights had apparently got notice at the same time as we, for they started getting ready. The nearest enemy was still too far away to be attacked. We were colossally merry. The only thing we feared was that the English would not succeed in finding our aerodrome. To find some fixed spot at night is by no means easy. It was particularly difficult to find us because our aerodrome was not situated on an important highway or near water or a railway, by which one can be guided during one’s flight at night. The Englishmen were apparently flying at a great altitude. At first they circled around our entire establishment. We began to think that they had given up and were looking for another objective. Suddenly we noticed “that the nearest one had switched off his engine. So he was coming lower. Wolff said: “Now the matter is becoming serious.”
We had two carbines and began shooting at the Englishman. We could not see him. Still the noise of our shooting was a sedative to our nerves. Suddenly he was taken up by the search lights. There was shouting all over the flying ground. Our friend was sitting in a prehistoric packing case. We could clearly recognize the type. He was half a mile away from us and was flying straight towards us. He went lower and lower. At last he had come down to an altitude of about three hundred feet. Then he started his engine again and came straight towards the spot where we were standing. Wolff thought that he took an interest in the other side of our establishment and before long the first bomb fell and it was followed by a number of other missiles. Our friend amused us with very pretty fireworks. They could have frightened only a coward. Broadly speaking, I find that bomb-throwing at night has only a moral effect. Those who are easily frightened are strongly affected when bombs fall at night. The others don’t care. We were much amused at the Englishman’s performance and thought the English would come quite often on a visit. The flying piano dropped its bombs at last from an altitude of one hundred and fifty feet. That was rather impertinent for in a moonlit night I think I can hit a wild pig at one hundred and fifty feet with a rifle. Why then should I not succeed in hitting the Englishman? It would have been a novelty to down an English airman from the ground. From above I had already had the honor of downing a number of Englishmen, but I had never tried to tackle an aviator from below.”
“I HAD NOT YET PASSED eight days of my leave when I received the telegram: “Lothar is wounded but not mortally.” That was all. Inquiries showed that he had been very rash. He flew against the enemy, together with Allmenröder. Beneath him and a good distance on the other side of the front, he saw in the air a lonely Englishman crawling about. He was one of those hostile infantry fliers who make themselves particularly disagreeable to our troops. We molest them a great deal. Whether they really achieve anything in crawling along the ground is very problematical.
My brother was at an altitude of about six thousand feet, while the Englishman was at about three thousand feet. He quietly approached the Englishman, prepared to plunge and in a few seconds was upon him. The Englishman thought he would avoid a duel and he disappeared likewise by a plunge. My brother, without hesitation, plunged after. He didn’t care at all whether he was on one side of the front or the other. He was animated by a single thought: I must down that fellow. That is, of course, the correct way of managing things. Now and then I myself have acted that way. However, if my brother does not have at least one success on every flight he gets tired of the whole thing. Only a little above the ground my brother obtained a favorable position towards the English flier and could shoot into his shop windows. The Englishman fell. There was nothing more to be done. After such a struggle, especially at a low altitude, in the course of which one has so often been twisting and turning, and circling to the “right and to the left, the average mortal has no longer the slightest notion of his position. On that day it happened that the air was somewhat misty. The weather was particularly unfavorable. My brother quickly took his bearings and discovered only then that he was a long distance behind the front. He was behind the ridge of Vimy. The top of that hill is about three hundred feet higher than the country around. My brother, so the observers on the ground reported, had disappeared behind the Vimy height.
“It is not a particularly pleasant feeling to fly home over enemy country. One is shot at and cannot shoot back. It is true, however, that a hit is rare. My brother approached the line. At a low altitude one can hear every shot that is fired, and firing sounds then very much like the noise made by chestnuts which are being roasted. Suddenly, he felt that he had been hit. That was queer to him. My brother is one of those men who cannot see their own blood. If somebody else was bleeding it would not impress him very greatly, but the sight of his own blood upsets him. He felt his blood running down his right leg in a warm stream. At the same time, he noticed a pain in his hip. Below the shooting continued. It followed that he was still over hostile ground. At last the firing gradually ceased. He had crossed the front. Now he must be nimble for his strength was rapidly ebbing away. He saw a wood and next to the wood a meadow. Straight for the meadow he flew and mechanically, almost unconsciously, he switched off the engine. At the same moment he lost consciousness. My brother was in a single-seater. No one could help him. It is a miracle that he came to the ground, for no flying machine lands or starts automatically. 
“In the evening we flew again with energy. On one of our flights we had gone very far across the sea with our battle-plane. It had two motors and we were experimenting with a new steering gear which, we were told, would enable us to fly in a straight line with only a single motor working. When we were fairly far out I saw beneath us, not on the water but below the surface, a ship. It is a funny thing. If the sea is quiet, one can look down from above to the bottom of the sea. Of course it is not possible where the sea is twenty-five miles deep but one can see clearly through several hundred yards of water. I had not made a mistake in believing that the ship was traveling not on the surface but below the surface. Yet it seemed at first that it was traveling above water. I drew Zeumer’s attention to my discovery and we went lower in order to see more clearly. I am too little of a naval expert  to say what it was but it was clear to me that it was bound to be a submarine. But of what nationality? That is a difficult question which in my opinion can be solved only by a naval expert, and not always by him. One can scarcely distinguish colors under water and there is no flag. Besides a submarine does not carry such things. We had with us a couple of bombs and I debated with myself whether I should throw them or not. The submarine had not seen us for it was partly submerged. We might have flown above it without danger and we might have waited until it found it necessary to come to the surface for air. Then we could have dropped our eggs. Herein lies, no doubt, a very critical point for our sister arm.”
“When we had fooled around the apparition beneath us for quite a while I suddenly noticed that the water was gradually disappearing from our cooling apparatus. I did not like that and I drew my colleague’s attention to the fact. He pulled a long face and hastened to get home. However, we were approximately twelve miles from the shore and they had to be flown over. The motor began running more slowly and I was quietly preparing myself for a sudden cold immersion. But lo! and behold! we got through! Our giant apple-barge barged along with a single motor and the new steering apparatus and we reached the shore and managed to land in the harbor without any special difficulty. It is a good thing to be lucky. Had we not tried the new steering apparatus on that day there would not have been any hope for us. We should certainly have been drowned. A Drop of Blood for the Fatherland” 
“One fine day we started with our large battle-plane in order to delight the English with our bombs. We reached our object. The first bomb fell. It is very interesting to ascertain the effect of a bomb. At least one always likes to see it exploding. Unfortunately my large battle-plane, which was well qualified for carrying bombs, had a stupid peculiarity which prevented me from seeing the effect of a bomb-throw, for immediately after the throw the machine came between my eye and the object and covered it completely with its planes. This always made me wild because one does not like to be deprived of one’s amusement. If you hear a bang down below and see the delightful grayish-whitish cloud of the explosion in the neighborhood of the object aimed at, you are always very pleased. ” 
“Therefore I waved to friend Zeumer that he should bend a little to the side. While waving to him I forgot that the infamous object on which I was traveling, my apple-barge, had two propellers which turned to the right and left of my observer-seat. I meant to show him where approximately the bomb had hit and bang! my finger was caught! I was somewhat surprised when I discovered that my little finger had been damaged. Zeumer did not notice anything. Having been hit on the hand I did not care to throw any more bombs. I quickly got rid of the lot and we hurried home. My love for the large battle-plane, which after all had not been very great, suffered seriously in consequence of my experience. I had to sit quiet for seven days and was debarred from flying. Only my beauty was slightly damaged, but after all, I can say with pride that I also have been wounded in the war.”
“We flew on and went to a higher altitude, for there was apparently a meeting somewhere in the air for the members of the Anti- Richthofen Club. They could recognize us from far away. In the powerful sunlight, the beautiful red color of our machines could be seen at a long distance.
We closed our ranks for we knew that our English friends pursued the same business as we. Unfortunately, they were again too high. So we had to wait for their attack. The celebrated triplanes and Spads were perfectly new machines. However, the quality of the box matters little. Success depends upon the man who sits in it. The English airmen played a cautious game but would not bite. We offered to fight them, either on one side of the front or on the other. But they said: No, thank you. What is the good of bringing out a squadron against us and then turning tail?”
“IN JUNE WE WERE SUDDENLY ordered to entrain. No one knew where we were going, but we had an idea and we were not over much surprised when our Commander told us that we were going to Russia. We had traveled through the whole of Germany with our perambulating hotel which consisted of dining and sleeping cars, and arrived at last at Kovel. There we remained in our railway cars. There are many advantages in dwelling in a train. One is always ready to travel on and need not change one’s quarters.
In the heat of the Russian summer a sleeping car is the most horrible instrument of martyrdom imaginable. Therefore, I agreed with some friends of mine, Gerstenberg and Scheele, to take quarters in the forest near by. We erected a tent and lived like gypsies. We had a lovely time.”
“In Russia our battle squadron did a great deal of bomb throwing. Our occupation consisted of annoying the Russians. We dropped our eggs on their finest railway establishments. One day our whole squadron went out to bomb a very important railway station. The place was called Manjewicze and was situated about twenty miles behind the Front. That was not very far. The Russians had planned an attack and the station was absolutely crammed with colossal trains. Trains stood close to one another. Miles of rails were covered with them. One could easily see that from above. There was an object for bombing that was worth while.
One can become enthusiastic over anything. For a time I was delighted with bomb throwing. It gave me a tremendous pleasure to bomb those fellows from above. Frequently I took part in two expeditions on a single day. On the day mentioned our object was Manjewicze. Everything was ready. The aeroplanes were ready to start. Every pilot tried his motor, for it is a painful thing to be forced to land against one’s will on the wrong side of the Front line, especially in Russia. The Russians hated the flyers. If they caught a flying man they would certainly kill him. That is the only risk one ran in Russia for the Russians had no aviators, or practically none. If a Russian flying man turned up he was sure to have bad luck and would be shot down. The anti-aircraft guns used by Russia were sometimes quite good, but they were too few in number. Compared with flying in the West, flying in the East is absolutely a holiday.”
“The aeroplanes rolled heavily to the starting point. They carried bombs to the very limit of their capacity. Sometimes I dragged three hundred pounds of bombs with a normal C-machine. Besides, I had with me a very heavy observer who apparently had not suffered in any way from the food scarcity. I had also with me a couple of machine guns. I was never able to make proper use of them in Russia. It is a pity that my collection of trophies contains not a single Russian.
Flying with a heavy machine which is carrying a great dead weight is no fun, especially during the mid-day summer heat in Russia. The barges sway in a very disagreeable manner. Of course, heavily laden though they are, they do not fall down. The 150 h. p. motors prevent it. At the same time it is no pleasant sensation to carry such a large quantity of explosives and benzine.
“At last we get into a quiet atmosphere. Now comes the enjoyment of bombing. It is splendid to be able to fly in a straight line and to have a definite object and definite orders. After having thrown one’s bombs one has the feeling that he has achieved something, while frequently, after searching for an enemy to give battle to, one comes home with a sense of failure at not having brought a hostile machine to the ground. Then a man is apt to say to himself, “You have acted stupidly.”
It gave me a good deal of pleasure to throw bombs. After a while my observer learned how to fly perpendicularly over the objects to be bombed and to make use of the right moment for laying his egg with the assistance of his aiming telescope.” 
Formerly I would never have believed it possible that on my twenty-fifth birthday I would be sitting at the right of General Field Marshal von Hindenburg and that I would be mentioned by him in a speech.
On the day following I was to take midday dinner with Her Majesty. And so I went to Homburg. Her Majesty also gave me a birthday present and I had the great pleasure to show her how to start an aeroplane. In the evening I was again invited by General Field Marshal von Hindenburg. The day following I flew to Freiburg to do some shooting. At Freiburg I made use of the flying machine which was going to Berlin by air. In Nuremberg I replenished my tanks with benzine. A thunderstorm was coming on. I was in a great hurry to get to Berlin. Various more or less interesting things awaited me there. So I flew on, the thunderstorm notwithstanding. I enjoyed the clouds and the beastly weather. The rain fell in streams. Sometimes it hailed. Afterwards the propeller had the most extraordinary aspect. The hail stones had damaged it considerably. The blades looked like saws.”
Unfortunately I enjoyed the bad weather so much that I quite forgot to look about me. When I remembered that one has to look out it was too late. I had no longer any idea where I was. That was a nice position to be in! I had lost my way in my own country! My people at home would laugh when they knew it! However, there it was and couldn’t be helped. I had no idea where I was. Owing to a powerful wind I had been driven out of my course and off my map. Guided by sun and compass I tried to get the direction of Berlin.”
“Towns, villages, hills and forests were slipping away below me. I did not recognize a thing. I tried in vain to compare the picture beneath with my map. Everything was different. I found it impossible to recognize the country. Later on I discovered the impossibility of finding my way for I was flying about sixty miles outside my map.
After having flown for a couple of hours my guide and I resolved to land somewhere in the open. That is always unpleasant. One cannot tell how the surface of the ground is in reality. If one of the wheels gets into a hole one’s box is converted into matchwood.”
“We tried to read the name written upon a station, but of course that was impossible, it was too small. So we had to land. We did it with a heavy heart for nothing else could be done. We looked for a meadow which appeared suitable from above and tried our luck. Close inspection unfortunately showed that the meadow was not as pleasant as it seemed. The fact was obviously proved by the slightly bent frame of our machine. We had made ourselves gloriously ridiculous. We had first lost our way and then smashed the machine. So we had to continue our journey with the commonplace conveyance, by railway train. Slowly but surely, we reached Berlin. We had landed in the neighborhood of Leipzig. If we had not landed so stupidly, we would certainly have reached Berlin. But sometimes you make a mistake whatever you do.
“In the Western theater the eye of the reconnaissance flier sees things which are very different from those to which the cavalrymen get accustomed. Villages and towns, railways and roads seem lifeless and dead. Yet there is a colossal traffic going on all the time, but it is hidden from the flying men with great skill. Only a wonderfully trained practised and observant eye can see anything definite when one is traveling at a great height and at a terrific speed. I have excellent eyes but it seems doubtful to me whether there is anyone who can see anything definite when he looks down upon a road from an altitude of fifteen thousand feet. As the eye is an imperfect object for observation one replaces it by the photographic apparatus. Everything that seems important to one must be photographed. Besides, one must photograph those things which one is told to photograph. If one comes home and if the plates have gone wrong, the whole flight has been for nothing.” It often happens to flying men who do reconnoitering that they get involved in a fight. However, their task is more important than fighting. Frequently a photographic plate is more valuable than the shooting down of a squadron. Hence the flying photographer should, as a rule, not take a hand in fighting. Nowadays it is a difficult task to reconnoiter efficiently in the West.
http://silkroadfoundation.org/newsletter/vol5num1/srjournal_v5n1.pdf || Where Heaven and Earth Meet: The Spiritual in the Art of Kandinsky, Rothko, Warhol and Kiefer (2012) 
The Resonance of the Dance || Interlocking Tidal Effects of Pax Sinica and Pax Americana, the Laplace Resonance of I.R 
In china the traditional mentality that land outweighs sea must be overcome. Many analysts expect that the window of opportunity will begin closing by the end of Xi’s mandate hence the urgency for the country to lock-in as many gains as it can now.. 
Missing out on the 20th Century when a lot of economic benefits were locked – in.  || the story of the superpowers dance is tidal, has always been, its locking – ins and phase inter-lockings, and the inertia of decades…  Cold War mentality shot through in the 21st, muddled with Great Power Competition, muddled with arguments of multipolarity, muddled with the sheer crowded neighbourhood from Beijing (see Howard French conclusion) – at a time of maximal risk post-Covid 19 what is needed most is an overcoming of claustrophobia…. 
We can’t strive towards what we can’t see as a world….  the new space race… the stars… the sense that it isn’t crowded, it isn’t getting hotter – who wiped away the horizon – never more pertinent, we need a return of geometric thought, a return of geography, a return of feeling the land beneath your feet and the sky above your head as a zone of possibilization, BREXIT was a death of the old order, a settling for the lawyer’s terms, for the past, for solidity – possibilising the horizon and re-orienting the map to a gravitational sense of space, time, distance, progress is what the 21st C needs. 
Alien Oceans: The Search For Life in the Depths of Space (Kevin Hand, 2020) 
We were stuck on the bottom. Batteries were running low. Our air was running out. We had no way to communicate to the other submersible or to the team on the boat some 10,000 feet above us. We were nestled in the metal sphere of our tiny submersible, perched on some rocks at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean.
This was my first trip to the ocean floor, and it had the makings to be my last.
Yet somehow it seemed peaceful. With what little light we had left I was able to look out through the porthole of three-inch glass and see a long, red creature exploring the surface of a rock, perhaps looking for its next meal. There it was, going about its business, with no concern or awareness of our precarious situation. It’s easy for things to turn surreal and serene in a tiny submarine. Our brains have no way of processing the reality of the situation: several thou- sand pounds of pressure per square inch, a landscape revealed only by the limited lights on the sub, odd sounds and whirls of the machine that’s protecting you from a gruesome, watery death. Unlike experiencing a fear of heights or a bone-dry desert, there’s nothing in our Homo sapiens soft- ware that knows what to do when cooped up in a metal ball at the bot- tom of the ocean. We had no connection to a mouthpiece and breathing regulator like scuba divers and had no need for decompression on the way up. In a submersible you simply breathe the air around you. Sure, there’s the potential for claustrophobia with three people crammed into a sphere two meters in diameter and the darkness of a world cut off from sunlight; but if you can get beyond that, it’s really quite nice. That is, if everything is working as it should. I actually had no business being down there. First, as a human I was clearly out of my biological comfort zone; I needed technology to make this trip possible. But second, and perhaps more important, my profes- sional realm had long been that of the stars, planets, and moons. A child- hood obsession with aliens had led me down a path to studying Europa, an ice-covered moon of Jupiter that had recently been revealed to har- bor a vast subsurface ocean. I was in the midst of my PhD studying Eu- ropa’s physics and chemistry when fellow space nerd and longtime friend George Whitesides rang me to gauge my interest in an exciting project: James Cameron, filmmaker of Titanic, Terminator, and many other successful movies, was looking for a young scientist to talk about Europa while exploring the depths of our ocean. Would I be interested in potentially joining the expedition? It was not your everyday phone call.
The year was 2003 and Cameron wanted to make a film about the deep sea and the prospect of searching for life in Europa’s ocean. The team would explore the seafloors of the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans, studying how life survives in the dark depths—conditions that might be compa- rable to those found on Europa. My role would be to help connect ocean exploration with the search for life beyond Earth. The deep-sea hydro- thermal vents that we would explore serve as chemical oases for life in the ocean’s depths and provide some guidance in our search for habit- able environments beyond Earth.
And so, a month after that phone call from George, I found myself on the Russian research vessel Keldysh, floating above the middle of the At- lantic Ocean, preparing to explore the darkness below instead of the stars above.
The ocean had long been magical to me—not just because of its vast- ness and great depths but because it was a place with which I was largely unfamiliar. I had grown up in the landlocked state of Vermont. Set me down in the mountains or in a cave and I’d do fine, but the ocean was a foreign environment to me. With a combined sense of uncertainty and anticipation, I turned my attention to the machines that would take us into this extreme environment—the Russian Mir submersibles (in Russian, mir means peace or world). I spent time in the machine shop on the Keldysh, com- municating with hand gestures and the occasional Russian word. The basic goal of the physics of a submersible is pretty straightforward: (1) don’t get crushed, and (2) make sure you can float when you need to. Unlike space exploration, gravity is your friend when exploring the ocean floor. To get back and forth from space requires any number of variations on rocket engines, heat shields, parachutes, and wings. To get back and forth from the seafloor, the general idea is to carry a weight on the way down and then drop it when you want to come up. Although the change in pressure in the ocean is fairly extreme, there’s not a huge tem- perature difference, and you’re never traveling that fast. As long as your sub can withstand the pressure and is buoyant once you drop the weights, you’ll rise to the top of the ocean like a cork.
The basic underlying simplicity of how a submersible moves up and down through the water was central to my getting comfortable with the Mir subs. Genya, Viktor, and Anatoli—three of the pilots and engineers who endured my questioning—explained the various backup systems and redundancies the subs boasted. For the most part, the subs followed the prime KISS rule of engineering design: Keep It Simple, Stupid. They had relatively few moving parts, and the electronics seemed like hardy relics from the Cold War. Nevertheless, my stream of “What ifs?” even- tually led to the worst-case scenario: What if you’re many kilometers down at the bottom of the ocean and your power fails, your thrusters fail, your communications link fails, and you start running out of air? You’re just sitting in a fancy hunk of metal trapped at the bottom of the ocean. What then?
Not surprisingly, there was a plan. In that scenario, you lift up one of the seats in the sub and find a big wrench. That wrench is used to loosen a large nut on a bolt that is connected to a weight. Once that weight has dropped, the sub becomes positively buoyant. It should start to rise off the bottom of the ocean and gradually accelerate as it rises upward. Ac- cording to the engineers, by the time the sub reaches the surface, it will have amassed so much momentum that it would likely pop out of the ocean and into the air, rising a few meters above the ocean surface. It’s not pretty or high-tech, but at least you’re not dead on the bottom.
Being in a submersible at the bottom of the ocean feels like a hot air balloon ride, scuba dive, and space mission rolled into one. (Mind you, of the three, I’ve only ever scuba dived.) Motions are, for the most part, slow and smooth. The Russian Mir submersibles offer a small (approxi- mately eight-inch) porthole from which to peer out into the depths: one porthole for each occupant, three in total.
On the way down to the bottom, when the machine is dropping like a stone, you pass rapidly through the photic zone—the uppermost layer of water, approximately 300 meters deep, through which sunlight shines and in which life thrives off of photosynthetic organisms like phytoplankton.
As you descend through this region, light begins to fade. Blue goes to black. The sub starts to cool. You can’t feel that you’re falling, but the sounds from the acoustic communication system serve as a metronome reminding you of the distance between you and the rest of the world. Loud pings bounce between the sub and the Keldysh every few seconds—exactly the clichéd pinging you would expect to hear while sitting in a submersible but a little higher in pitch and shorter in dura- tion. Every so often, words trickle through the speaker: a sentence or two of Russian, significantly broken up by its journey through the water. For me, with my limited Russian vocabulary, the foreign patter and pings made the environment feel even more alien.
Here, however, I was scouring the depths for a glimpse of biolumines- cence from the host of bizarre creatures that populate our ocean’s depths and that give off pulses of light as they, or things around them, move. The plummeting submersible created a shock wave of bioluminescence radiating away from us. Creatures large and small, from jellyfish to microbes, flashed. It was a sight I’ll never forget, and it’s one that I trea- sured on each of my nine dives. I got into the habit of donning earphones, pairing the biological fireworks with the music of Radiohead and Pink Floyd. I half-expected to find those bands playing on the ocean floor.
Finding this spot on the bottom of the ocean may not seem like a big achievement, but it really was. All of those mapping luxuries that we em- ploy on the surface of the Earth are useless in the ocean. The wave- lengths we use for GPS navigation barely penetrate beyond a few milli- meters into the ocean’s surface. In fact, the ocean is a bad place for transmitting just about any wavelength in the electromagnetic spectrum. Water—the key ingredient to life as we know it—turns out to be very good at hiding much of our own planet from us. Liquid water readily absorbs light, from short to long wavelengths, and thus we can’t “see” or communicate from the bottom of the ocean. This simple fact has con- founded engineers for decades: no electronic mode of navigation or communication works underwater—no cell phones, no Wi-Fi, no GPS, no AM, no FM, no ham (amateur) radio, nothing.
Nothing makes it through the ocean over very long distances, except sound. This is partly why whales and dolphins use sound to communi- cate. And it’s why those acoustic pings kept coming through into our sub from the team on the Keldysh, checking to see whether we were still there and whether everything was okay. The scene through that porthole could be what “home” looks like to most of life in our Universe. Deep, dark, seemingly desolate ocean floors may be some of the best real estate for biology. Recent explorations of our solar system have taught us that—while planets like Earth may be comparatively rare (one per solar system, if you’re lucky)—worlds with deep oceans, covered with ice and cut off from any sky or atmosphere above, could be ubiquitous.
In our solar system, these worlds are actually moons of the giant plan- ets, with names like Europa, Ganymede, Callisto, Titan, Enceladus, and Triton. These are worlds that likely harbor oceans of liquid water today, right now, and their oceans have likely been in existence for much of the history of the solar system. A few of these worlds—Europa, Ence- ladus, and Titan—could even be hospitable to life as we know it.
These ice-covered oceans have no beaches or sandy shores, but they are potentially wonderful, and plentiful, places to call home. The dark depths of those distant oceans may look similar to the deepest regions of our own ocean. Microbes and sea creatures that inhabit our ocean depths might do fine under the physical and chemical conditions thought to exist within the oceans of Europa, Enceladus, and Titan.
The trip back to the surface has a bizarre elegance. Unlike spaceflight, where the return to Earth involves an intense and fiery trip through the atmosphere, followed by aggressive thrusters to fight gravity’s attempt to turn you into ash, the journey back from the bottom of the ocean feels like a slow elevator ride. The laws of physics are a gentle friend, not a foe, as the sub’s buoyancy guides you back home. Gravity does all the work— no thrusters needed, no engines fired, no fear of a parachute not deploying.
If you happen to ascend during daytime, the dark abyss eventually gives way to subtle hints of a star above. Black fades to blue as the most intrepid of the Sun’s rays pierce through the water. With each moment, blue pushes black farther down, and an ocean fed by sunlight emerges. In the final moment, the sub rises and then falls as it bobs up onto the surface of the ocean, once more touching the atmosphere. Sunlight blasts through the portholes, reminding your brain of where it really belongs.
Now safely returned to the surface, we sat bobbing in a tiny speck of orange and white on the vast blue of the ocean. A tiny but considerable speck, returned from an otherworldly experience in the depths, waiting to be picked up by the Keldysh and brought on deck by its massive crane.
NOT PALE BLUE DOT / PALE BLUE DYAD 
If we have learned anything from life on Earth, it is that where you find liquid water, you generally find life. Water is essential to all life as we know it. It is the solvent, the watery broth that makes possible all the chemistry in our cells. Water dissolves many of the compounds that life, large and small, needs to grow and metabolize. Every living cell is a tiny bag of water in which the complex operations of life take place. Thus, as we search for life elsewhere in the solar system, we are primarily searching for places where liquid water can be found today or where it might have existed in the past.
The story of the search for life beyond Earth is, in part, the story of our planet, the pale blue dot,1 reaching out into space, seeking signs of life on other worlds. Like a plant stretching vines out into its environment, our little planet has been sending its robotic emissaries out in spiral ten- drils that circle other planets, probing for answers and sending back information.
We humans have been exploring our solar system with robotic vehi- cles for over 55 years. The first robotic mission to another planet was the flyby of Venus by the Mariner 2 spacecraft on December 14, 1962. Since then, we have sent an armada of spacecraft to study the Sun and a variety of planets, moons, asteroids, and comets, most of which are in the inner reaches of our solar system. Over that same period, we have sent only eight spacecraft beyond the asteroid belt to study the many worlds in the outer reaches of the solar system.
Spacecraft that have gone beyond the asteroid belt—Pioneer, Voyager, Galileo, Cassini, New Horizons, and Juno—have revealed something pro- found about what it means for a world to be habitable. The data returned from those missions have served to revolutionize our understanding of where liquid water exists in our solar system, and by extension, where life might find a home.
We now have good reason to predict that at least six moons of the outer solar system likely harbor liquid water oceans beneath their icy crusts. These are oceans that exist today, and in several cases we have good rea- son to predict that they have been in existence for much of the history of the solar system. Three of these ocean worlds—Europa, Ganymede, and Callisto—orbit Jupiter. They are three of the four large moons first discovered in 1610 by Galileo. The fourth moon, Io, is the most volcani- cally active body in the solar system and does not have water. At least two more ocean worlds, Titan and Enceladus, orbit Saturn. Neptune’s curious moon Triton, with an orbit opposite to the direction it rotates, also shows hints of an ocean below. 
Throughout the history of the solar system, ocean worlds may have come and gone; for example, the large asteroid Ceres likely had a liquid water ocean for much of its early history. Mars and Venus may also have had oceans previously. Early in our solar system’s history, oceans might have been commonplace, be they on the surface of worlds like Venus, Earth, and Mars, or deep beneath icy crusts of worlds in the as- teroid belt and beyond. Today, however, it is the outer solar system that harbors the most liquid water.
When Galileo first turned his telescope toward the night sky and began charting the faint points of light he saw around Jupiter, he set in motion a revolution in physics. Night after night he drew Jupiter and the arrange- ment of these points of light. At first, he concluded that they must be stars that he could not see with the naked eye. He even named them the “stars of Medici” in honor of the Medici family since they were funding his research (Galileo was no idiot).
But through his diligent charting of these points of light, Galileo soon realized that they were not stars; they were moons orbiting Jupiter. His discovery got him into deep trouble with the Spanish Inquisition, and he ended up under house arrest. The idea that a celestial body would orbit anything other than the Earth was heretical. The world view at the time was framed around Aristotelian cosmology—the Earth is at the center of the universe and everything revolves around the Earth. Galileo’s discovery put him at odds with this world view and provided strong evidence for the growing Copernican Revolution, the idea that the planets orbit the Sun and that the stars we see could well be suns with planets of their own.
In the decades that followed Galileo, advances in math and physics would lead to an appreciation that the laws of physics work beyond Earth. Gravity, energy, and momentum govern objects here on Earth as well as on worlds and wonders beyond. Is biology an incredibly rare phenomenon, or does life arise wherever the conditions are right? Do we live in a biological universe?
We don’t yet know. But for the first time in the history of humanity, we can do this great experiment. We have the tools and technology to explore and see whether life has taken hold within the distant oceans of our solar system.
The real leap in deep ocean exploration came in the late 1920s and early 1930s, when the engineering and science team of Otis Barton and William Beebe created and deployed their bathysphere—a hollow, steel sphere only 4 feet, 9 inches (1.5 meters) in diameter, with 3-inch-thick quartz windows. This sphere was connected to a cable on a ship’s winch that could lower it down and haul it up. Electrical cables also enabled communication to the surface and provided power for lights. Beebe’s description of a dive to 2,500 feet in early August 1934 captures his surreal experience: “There are certain nodes of emotion in a descent such as this, the first of which is the initial flash. This came at 670 feet, and it seemed to close a door upon the upper world. Green, the world-wide color of plants, had long since disappeared from our new cosmos, just as the last plants of the sea themselves had been left behind far overhead.”4
On numerous occasions Beebe’s writings and radio broadcasts linked the dark sea, peppered with bioluminescent creatures, to the twinkling stars of the night sky. After his successful dive with Barton to 3028 feet, Beebe wrote: “The only other place comparable to these marvelous nether regions, must surely be naked space itself, out far beyond atmo- sphere, between the stars, where sunlight has no grip upon the dust and rubbish of planetary air, where the blackness of space, the shining plan- ets, comets, suns, and stars must really be closely akin to the world of life as it appears to the eyes of an awed human being, in the open ocean, one half mile down.”5
The connection between sea and space appears time and again in ex- ploration. Indeed, when NASA launched the first planetary spacecraft toward Venus in 1962, it was not given a name of astronomical significance but one that was connected to our ocean: Mariner. And just two years before Mariner flew by Venus, humans themselves would make the plunge to the deepest part of the ocean for the first time, seven miles down in the Challenger Deep region of the Mariana Trench. In 1960 the Trieste, a 100-ton vehicle consisting of a sphere that fit two people ( Jacques Piccard and Don Walsh) and a giant, buoyant carafe of gasoline, dropped to the deepest point in our ocean.
The dive of the Trieste bathyscaphe6 marked what some hoped would be the beginning of an ambitious program to explore the deepest regions of our ocean. Designed by a Swiss inventor (Auguste Piccard, father of Jacques), built in its namesake region in Italy, and purchased by the United States Navy, it was the culmination of centuries of ocean explo- ration that sought to answer the question of what lies below not what lies above and beyond.
On that historic dive little was actually seen, as sediment that stirred up from the seafloor clouded much of the view, and Piccard and Walsh ould not stay on the bottom for long. The deep ocean remained largely unseen. But seventeen years after the Trieste landed in the Mariana Trench, in the spring of 1977, the abyss would give way to new insights into how life works in some of the most extreme environments on planet Earth. The veritable aliens within our own ocean would finally be revealed.
At that time, it was hard to imagine that there were still entire ecosystems on our planet yet to be discovered: the continents had been mapped; the poles had been reached; humans had touched down in the deepest point within Earth’s ocean; the footprints of 12 humans even dotted the landscape of the Moon. What game-changing discoveries were left to be made?
Plenty, it turns out.
In that spring of 1977, a team of scientists set off to explore the Galápagos Rift, a region of the seafloor near the Galápagos Islands. They wanted to find out what was causing temperature anomalies in the region. Previous expeditions had measured these anomalies with instruments dropped down on cables and dragged around the ocean. The thinking at the time was that the plate tectonics of the spreading Galápagos Rift was creating a lot of localized heat; hot rocks were creating hot water, simple enough.
As part of the expedition, the team used Alvin, a US submersible, expecting to make important observations and discoveries about how geology works. But what they saw instead called into question how biol- ogy works. At a depth of over 6,500 feet (2,000 meters), the lights on Alvin re- vealed structures that resembled tall and tortuous chimneys, billowing out “smoke” like active smelting plants from the Industrial Revolution. This was not smoke but clouds of fluids jetting out into the ocean at tem- peratures well beyond boiling—nearly 750 °F (400 °C). These fluids do not boil because they can’t: the pressure is too high at those depths. These “superheated” fluids contain gases like hydrogen, methane, and hydro- gen sulfide, as well as minerals that dissolve in the high-temperature and high-pressure fluids. The Alvin team had come across what we now call a hydrothermal vent—essentially a powerful, gushing hot spring at the bottom of the ocean. The surprise was not so much the vents, but rather the bizarre and beautiful ecosystem surrounding the vent chimneys. Like a deep ocean version of animals congregating at a watering hole in the African savanna, the chimneys were host to never-before-seen creatures—red tube worms, stark white eel-like fish, and golden mounds of mussels—that were thriv- ing in this extreme environment where conventional wisdom had said no animals should exist. And yet there they were.
How were these creatures surviving? What was sustaining this aston- ishing ecosystem?
On the surface of the Earth, the base of the food chain is driven by photosynthesis. Algae and plants harness the Sun’s energy, breathing in carbon dioxide, extracting the carbon to build the structures of life, and then exhaling oxygen. Small organisms and animals eat the photosyn- thetic organisms, and then larger organisms eat those, and so on.
At the bottom of the ocean, however, the Sun is nowhere to be seen, and the food chain as we know it breaks down. Light from the Sun pen- etrates about 1,000 feet (300 meters) down, but beyond that, photosyn- thesis is not an option.
What was the base of the food chain at these hydrothermal vents? This is where the chemistry of the vents come in to play, offering essential nu- trients and forming oases for life on the seafloor. The vents erupt hydro- gen, methane, hydrogen sulfide, and a host of metals, many of which turn out to be tasty treats for microbes. The microbes utilize chemosynthesis instead of photosynthesis. Here the prefix “chemo” denotes that the mi- crobes are synthesizing what they need for life with chemicals from the chimneys instead of photons from the Sun.
Only two years later, in March and July 1979, twin Voyager spacecraft would fly past Jupiter, capturing the first close-up images of Europa and Jupiter’s other large moons. Those images would lay the foundation for thinking there might exist oceans of liquid water in a region where most would have said it was not possible.
In those brief years of the late 1970s, two seemingly disparate but phe- nomenal discoveries helped pave the way for a new approach to the search for life beyond Earth. The prospect of a liquid water ocean within Europa was all the more exciting once it became clear, through the dis- covery of the hydrothermal vents, that life could thrive in the dark regions of our ocean, cut off from the Sun, in a manner perhaps similar to that of an ice-covered ocean.
Our own alien ocean, hidden in the abyss, provided a glimmer of hope that distant oceans beyond Earth might also harbor life. In the chapters ahead, we dive deep into how we think we know these oceans beyond Earth exist and why we think they could be habitable
Only two years later, in March and July 1979, twin Voyager spacecraft would fly past Jupiter, capturing the first close-up images of Europa and Jupiter’s other large moons. Those images would lay the foundation for thinking there might exist oceans of liquid water in a region where most would have said it was not possible. In those brief years of the late 1970s, two seemingly disparate but phe- nomenal discoveries helped pave the way for a new approach to the search for life beyond Earth. The prospect of a liquid water ocean within Europa was all the more exciting once it became clear, through the dis- covery of the hydrothermal vents, that life could thrive in the dark regions of our ocean, cut off from the Sun, in a manner perhaps similar to that of an ice-covered ocean.
Our own alien ocean, hidden in the abyss, provided a glimmer of hope that distant oceans beyond Earth might also harbor life. In the chapters ahead, we dive deep into how we think we know these oceans beyond Earth exist and why we think they could be habitable
For decades, we judged a planet’s potential habitability according to this “Goldilocks” scenario of too hot, too cold, and just right, with Venus, Mars, and the Earth representing the little bowls of porridge that Goldi- locks tastes, before the bears come home. But recently, we’ve learned that there’s more to the story. On the ice- covered moons of the outer solar system, we’ve discovered a new Goldi- locks zone—a new way of determining if a world could be habitable. It turns out that there’s more than one way for a world to maintain a liquid water ocean. In this chapter, I will describe how the tidal tug of a moon as it orbits a planet can sustain liquid water oceans and how decay of radioactive heavy elements can contribute to the heat needed for main- taining liquid water.
Water is an amazingly elegant substance. When exposed to a cold en- vironment, it naturally forms a protective insulating barrier that, floating atop it, shields the liquid water from further exposure to the cold. It’s such a commonplace sight that it’s easy to take for granted, but this simple fact of physics may be the key to the largest volume of habitable real estate in our universe.
The properties of ice help explain how ocean worlds retain heat, but we haven’t yet answered the question of where the heat actually comes from. The source of the heat that makes these oceans possible is a game changer for habitable worlds. It is the truly new Goldilocks condition that moves us away from the constraints of the traditional habitable zone, de- fined by a star’s energy and a planet’s distance from the star. The new Goldilocks requirements move us into a realm of wide-ranging possibili- ties for creating and sustaining liquid water oceans. The source of energy
in this new Goldilocks scenario comes from tides.
If an ice-covered moon orbiting a giant planet contains an alien ocean,
then the heat for that world is likely generated by tidal energy. Tidal en- ergy is a consequence of a world’s gravitational interaction with another massive object, such as a planet or moon. As the two bodies move rela- tive to one another, the world’s solid mass actually stretches and relaxes because of the tug of its tides, like a rubber ball being squeezed again and again. If you squeeze and release a rubber ball dozens of times, it will start to heat up from all of the internal friction. Similarly, the tug of tides cre- ates mechanical energy and friction within the object—which, in turn, creates heat. Hereafter we’ll only consider the case of tidal heating in moons since that is most relevant to ocean worlds.
Two of the most important considerations for tidal heating are (1) the difference in the gravitational force across a moon, and (2) the change
in gravity as a moon moves around a planet in its elliptical orbit. Two other critical parameters are the mass of the planet around which the moon orbits, and the period, or time it takes a moon to complete its orbit (which, as Johannes Kepler taught us, is a function of its distance from the planet). In the analogy to squeezing a rubber ball, these parameters can all basically be summarized as how intense is the squeezing, and how often does the squeeze and relaxation process occur?
At this point, it may be useful to put our own Earth–Moon system in context. We see the tides rising and falling on the shores of our ocean. Are tides a significant source of heating for the Earth? In short, no. The Earth and Moon orbit each other in nearly circular orbits, and they are relatively small, low-gravity objects, at least by planetary standards. What this means is that, as they orbit each other, the distance between them doesn’t change much—thus, the gravitational field doesn’t change, and the tides don’t either. Fixed and constant, they generate almost no heat from their motion. Think of that rubber ball, squished in your hand, but you never let go. It’s deformed, but no heat is being generated. Without repeated squeezing and releasing, the ball doesn’t heat up from chang- ing shape. In order for a moon or planet to experience significant tidal heating it must experience a changing gravitational field, which is like your hand squeezing and letting go of that rubber ball.
The little tidal heating that does occur as the Earth and Moon orbit each other results from the solid part of Earth’s surface—continents and seafloors—rising and falling ever so slightly. The rocky part of the Earth rises and falls by a few centimeters to as many as 25 centimeters, depend- ing on the alignment of the Earth, Moon, and Sun. The amount of heat produced from tides is just a few milliwatts per square meter (mW/m2), which is negligible compared to the 1,388 W/m2 we get from the Sun.
Tides do not create much heat for planet Earth or the Moon, but they obviously play a very significant role in the dynamics of our ocean. The motion of our ocean’s liquid water creates very little heat. Unlike rocks that resist deformation but eventually bend and stretch, and in so doing create friction and heat, liquid water just flows to accommodate the grav- ity of the tides. There is no significant heating because water moves freely and does not resist the motion of the tides.
The Moon’s gravity raises a tidal bulge of ocean water on the Earth directly beneath the Moon’s position, and there is a corresponding bulge of water on the opposite side of the Earth. It’s pretty intuitive that there should be a high tide bulge under the Moon, but why is there one on the other side of the Earth?
Recall that tides are caused by the difference in the gravitational force across a body. Since the force of gravity is inversely proportional to the square of the distance between two objects, the Moon tugs the Earth about 6% more strongly on the side that faces it than it does on the side farthest away. The Earth itself gets pulled closer to the Moon, leaving behind the water on the far side of the Earth, thus creating a high tide there.
The Earth rotates more quickly (one full rotation in 24 hours) than the Moon revolves around it (27.3 days), and thus the Moon “sees” a different region of the Earth all the time. The high tide bulges of ocean water stay aligned with the Moon, and the solid Earth rotates through them (Figure 2.3). Since there are two bulges, and the Earth completes its rotation in 24 hours, every place on Earth passes through two high tides and two low tides every day. This fixedness of the tides with respect to the Moon is critical. The tides on Earth are not really rising and falling, and so they do not, in fact, create a lot of mechanical energy.
While our Earth–Moon tidal dynamics do not create much internal heating, numerous moons of the outer solar system undergo very signifi- cant heating from tides. The key differences are as follows. First, these moons orbit giant planets that have very strong gravitational fields, within which the moons orbit. Second, if a moon has an elliptical orbit around a planet, then the distance between it and the planet is always changing and, therefore, so is the gravitational field. The tidal bulges will increase and decrease in size as the moon goes from its closest approach (periapse) to its most remote position (apoapse).
With each orbit, the rise and fall of these tidal bulges causes stretch- ing and relaxation, which creates friction and ultimately heat. Many of the ocean worlds of the outer solar system, including Europa, Ganymede, an Enceladus, have orbits that are elliptical and that cause this kind of tidal stretching and heating.
Jupiter’s four large moons provide a useful case study in this new Gold- ilocks framework for tidal heating. By studying the orbits of these moons, the potential for this new Goldilocks zone emerged. In 1979, just prior to the arrival of the Voyager spacecraft at Jupiter, Stanton Peale and Patrick Cassen (from the University of California Santa Barbara) and Ray Reynolds (from NASA Ames Research Center) published an article on the theory of tidal energy dissipation in the Jovian system.1 Remarkably, they concluded that tides could cause much of the interior of Io, Jupi- ter’s innermost moon, to be molten. Io could therefore be volcanically active. They even made the bold prediction that images from the Voyager 1 spacecraft might reveal such activity.
Peale, Cassen, and Reynolds made one of the most elegant and excit- ing predictions followed by discovery in the history of planetary sci- ence. Soon after their article was published, Voyager 1 flew by Jupiter and returned stunning images of volcanic plumes erupting from Io into space.
Not long after, the team published a similar article about the effect of tides within Europa. The title of their article, “Is there liquid water on Europa?,” was provocative.2 This was the first time that a scientifically rig- orous and robust mathematical argument had been made for an ocean existing within Europa. It was, in my opinion, the birth of the “New Gold- ilocks” conditions—a new way to determine a possible habitable zone.
With the Voyager 1 and 2 flybys, and the subsequent exploration of the Jovian moons with the Galileo spacecraft, we would come to understand the true power of tidal energy dissipation and this new Goldilocks re- quirement. For example, Io does not simply have volcanoes, it is the most volcanically active body in the solar system, even more volcanically ac- tive than the Earth. Volcanoes are erupting on Io right now.
Because Io has no atmosphere, the eruptions spew plumes of gas and lava out into space, forming umbrella-like shapes. Io’s spectacular volca- nic activity is the result of the tidal stretching and deformation it experi- ences as it moves along its eccentric (that is, not concentric) orbit around Jupiter, which is 318 times as massive as the Earth.
Io is made of rock and has an iron-rich core, and its rocky mantle is perfectly conducive to tidal heating. Tidal heating generates 2,400 W/m2 on Io’s surface—over 1,000 watts more than the incoming solar energy flux received by the Earth, and nearly equal to the 2,600 W/m2 that Venus gets from the Sun! This is much too hot for a lot of water to exist on the surface. In this new Goldilocks scenario, Io is analogous to Venus: it has too much tidal energy and has lost almost all of its water. As a re- sult, Io has lots of heat but no ocean for life.
Jupiter has dozens of moons, and of the four largest ones, Callisto is the farthest out. Callisto does have an ocean, but it’s trapped beneath a very thick, old ice shell, likely sustained through the decay of radiogenic heavy elements in the moon’s interior. Callisto experiences very little tidal heating. Although its orbit is highly elliptical—more so even than Io’s—it is simply too far from Jupiter for this eccentricity to generate significant stretching and straining. Callisto’s higher eccentricity (0.0074 to Io’s 0.0041; where a value of 0 is a circular orbit) is largely offset by its greater distance from Jupiter.
In the new Goldilocks framework, Callisto is akin to Mars. It was, and perhaps still is, habitable, but the tidal energy dissipation is very small; as a result, Callisto is colder and less active than the large inner moons.
In between Io and Callisto lie Ganymede and Europa—occupying the sweet spot of the new Goldilocks zone. These two moons are stretched and squeezed by tides enough to generate tens to hundreds of milliwatts per square meter of internal heating. In the case of Europa, this is enough to maintain a liquid water ocean of approximately 100 km (60 miles) in depth, with a rocky seafloor—perhaps dotted with hydrothermal vents— all of which is overlaid by a relatively thin ice shell (a few kilometers thick to as much as 30 km thick). This ice shell is thin enough that its surface chemistry may provide a window into the chemistry—and pos- sibly the biology—of the ocean below.
Europa and Ganymede are also the beneficiaries of a curious property of the Jovian system that keeps their orbits elliptical and helps maintain their tidal heating. The three innermost large moons—Io, Europa, and Ganymede—are like three kids on a swing set whose back-and-forth mo- tion has gradually synchronized into a pattern. For every one orbit that Ganymede makes around Jupiter, Europa makes two; and for every one orbit that Europa makes, Io makes two. Ganymede, Europa, and Io’s or- bital periods are thus locked in a 1:2:4 ratio, known as the Laplace resonance (after the French mathematician Pierre-Simon Laplace, who discovered it in the early 1800s).
The Laplace resonance is important because it forces each moon to stay in an elliptical orbit. Typically, over time, orbits circularize and lose their eccentricity (i.e., they become less elliptical). But in the Jovian sys- tem, the three inner large moons regularly align in pairs: Io–Europa, Europa–Ganymede, and Io–Ganymede. When this happens, the aligned moons tug on each other, leading to a “forced eccentricity” and causing their orbits to each stay slightly stretched into an ellipse instead of be- coming perfectly circular. (Note that all three never line up together on the same side of Jupiter.)
Although the exact timing of the start of the Laplace resonance around Jupiter remains a topic of considerable study, at some point in the distant past (perhaps billions of years ago), Io began to retreat from Jupiter. Gradually, it got close enough to Europa to exert some gravita- tional influence on it. These two moons then engaged in a two-body resonance, systematically tugging on each other to create forced eccen- tricities and possibly settling into the 1:2 resonance they experience today.
Over time, both moons continued to lose energy and momentum to Jupiter, and their orbits grew larger. Eventually, they got close enough to Ganymede to begin to influence its orbit. The tug between the three moons then stabilized into the 1:2:4 resonance that we observe.
One day, Callisto will be part of this clockwork too. As the three in- nermost large moons continue to retreat outward, they will—perhaps hundreds of millions of years from now—expand far enough out to influence Callisto’s orbit. Will there then be a complete resonance of 1:2:4:8? It’s hard to predict since so many different factors influence en- ergy loss and momentum transfer, such as tidal energy dissipation or how Jupiter itself responds to the interaction.
NASA’s Juno spacecraft, which began orbiting Jupiter in 2016, is prob- ing some of these big picture questions about planetary dynamics and interiors. Once we have a clearer picture of how Jupiter works, we’ll be able to better understand its relationship to the ocean worlds trapped in its orbit.

The Rise and Return of the Indo-Pacific (Timothy Doyle and Dennis Rumley, 2020)

Strategic frame- works such as containment, ‘constrainment’, sphere of influence, expansionism, and territorial conflict all continue to permeate the rhetoric of the region—and not only that of the regional security environment. It will be contended that regional strategies can thus be viewed through the lens of Cold War ‘logic’, which in turn obstructs regional security cooperation as Cold War realist logic by definition infers conflict, and idealist globalist post-Cold War logic infers cooperation…the revival of particular classical paradigms and con- cepts such as ‘pivots’, lebensraum, sea and land powers—all of which have been drawn from the works of prevalent scholars in the field of international relations and geopolitics, such as Mackinder, Spykman, Caroe, Pannikar, Semple, Ratzel, and especially Haushofer.