#5 My words will live on

In the shanty town as I saw the houses around me visibly sink into the ground. I knew that these houses had once been newly built, maybe even luxury houses of the 19th century.  The poverty-stricken shanty town had once been a thriving economic concern when the copper foundry was there. But 150 years later disintegration had set in, and the houses were clinging precariously onto verticality.

I lived a life in a place that may have had a profound subconscious influence on my writing. But I also had contact with the world of science via books and scientific journals. Molecular biology was advancing during the 1990s as my theory took shape.  Many details about DNA were confirming my innovative concepts which were written on bits of paper.

Research into the origin of things also gave me an inner life.  I have never got bored or given up hope.  The well-spring of inspiration wells up each day and is always new.  The God who created life gives life to the soul, and the soul, at least, never grows old.

One day people will listen.  Maybe after I have returned to dust I will have my say.  My words will live on. 

Out of the precariousness of human life sprang an idea – if it is truth, it will outlast the vagaries of time.  It will build up.  These written words will not pass away as everything around us is lost.  What is old will be renovated, and made new.

I lived in the far side house

#4 Entropic Evolution

Increasing disorder shows that order was the initial state.  Loss of function shows that function preceded dysfunction.  Reduction in parts shows that wholeness came first.  Entropic Evolution presupposes complexity in the basic kinds of life.  These then evolved over time essentially in a downwards direction.

These scientific observations are attuned with the belief that God created life, and that He created complex life.  God did not create every species, but a certain number of basic types or kinds.  It is the complexity of the basic original types that has allowed them to evolve.  Evolution has been free to take many different directions, bringing about a multitude of adaptations to many different environments for the various forms of life.

I have called this Nanocreation because it is the creation of life through creation of the DNA code.  God conferred upon life the possibility of evolution by the operation of natural selection.

#3 The big idea

I think I’m nearly ready to present my big idea to the world.  This is it:

That, in essence, evolution is based on increasing disorder, a running down.  At the genetic level dysfunction increases over time.  The reason for this is that mutations are errors in the replication of DNA.  These errors cause genes to become switched off.  This represents a loss of information carried by the genetic code.

However, and this is a very big however, switched-off genes can be useful in that they can give rise to modifications in traits that bring about adaptation to new environments.  When switched-off genes are useful because the modifications they produce are beneficial, they are positively selected by natural selection.

There are hundreds of examples of plants and animals that have modifications such as reduction in structures and organs that are missing such as moles which have no eyes.  All these examples are underpinned by mutation causing genes to cease to function.  There are also all sorts of modifications that have led to the evolution of a great diversity of species.

This is the grand principle of evolution that sprang from the dust of a shanty town.  Error causes loss of information in the genetic code and this is passed on. 

I conceived this principle in my mind, but I had no name for it.  Then, one day I read the appendix of a book that spoke of the Second Law of Thermodynamics.  I realized that the name for my principle was entropy.  But this is not entropy involving the running down of energy, but the running down of information in a code that is a transmitted message.  I now name this Error Entropy (this notion of entropy is different to Shannon Entropy).  It gave the name to my theory: Entropic Evolution.

Here is the bigger idea:  if Entropic Evolution in essence runs down, then there must a proceeding phase when it is ‘wound up’.

#2 I bought an empty office

I’ve expected to become famous since age five.  Five decades have passed, that is half a century.  I’m now on this side of the hill, not the other side, the slope going down bit.  I’ve exchanged the pinkness of youth for increasing serenity.  Though I’m still remarkably fit in many ways – but I put this down to poverty and having worked as a cleaner lady.  I did this when I got back to England.  Anyway aging was never going to happen to me, so this is quite surprising.  It does not seem to be avoidable.

Instead of remaining the Gringa of Guayacan, I came back to England and became an office cleaner for Derby City Council.  I fought dust and disorder in Derby’s offices for nine years, but every day I was writing.  I regarded pushing a vacuum cleaner round an office as a work out, for which I was paid, rather than having to pay to keep fit.  I always felt sorry for the people working in the offices, condemned to sit at desks and sort out other people’s (stupid) problems, while I only had my own problems to sort out.  It was my job to smile as I went round emptying bins.  My appearance in the office meant that the others could go home, so they looked happy too.

I finally found an empty office in Derby going cheap.  I bought it, moved there, converted it back into a house and rented out rooms to lodgers.  This allowed me to give up the cleaning job.

So I now live in the multicultural part of Derby and rent rooms to lodgers who come from all over the world – from crumbling shanty towns – young people who seek work in Britain since they have no work in their own countries.

I and my five lodgers share a back yard with the house next door where there are 13 rooms rented out.  There’s also a cat with one ear that jumped over the back fence and moved in.

Our street has constant visits from the police and ambulances, and there are always beer cans thrown in the front garden.  I’ve become Tess of the Wheelie Bins trying to cope with the neighbour’s inability to recycle and put their bins out on the right day.

I feel at home here, surrounded by people; it’s like living in a shanty town.  I know a lot about disorder, nonsense and things that are run down.

Finally, my dream came true and my book The Steps of Creation was published in July 2016.  No one has yet opened the book, except for two people.  One got really excited and said it contained the most original ideas he’d ever read, but then forgot what they were.  The other was still trying to read it last time I heard.  I just keep on writing, when I’m not cleaning my own house occupied by six people or fixing things that break.

#1 Entropy: Precarious Life and Big Idea

My big idea was conceived in a shanty town in Chile in the 1990s.

Guayacan had been a thriving part of the north Chilean town of Coquimbo at one time.  British people had gone there too in the 1890s.  Guayacan was built around a copper foundry in the 19th century.  The foundry owners lived in big houses built of high-quality mud-brick, while the workers of the foundry inhabited wattle and daub houses although with big gardens at the back.  While the copper foundry furnace burned night and day, there was money.  But when I went there a hundred years later the foundry was gone and only clinker on the beach remained as evidence of its former existence.

The little fishing port with its old houses was now a crumbling shanty part of town.  Faded glory gave it quaintness, but each earth quake took its toll and many houses now leaned precariously.  One big house had a preservation order on it, but the earth quakes had taken no notice of this – they had shaken the front off it.  The house stood with no front so you could see into the rooms with their outdated wallpaper.  It made you feel uncomfortable looking into the private space now exposed.

I spent a lot of time doing work on my old house that in the 19th century had been the post office.  I liked living there, but as I observed the old houses, I came to realize that termites would eventually eat all the new beams I’d had put in, and all my renovation work would return to dust.

Termite damage to a house in Guayacan, Coquimbo, Chile

Of course doing up houses has an immediate benefit in providing a place to live, and places to rent out and so have an income.  But ultimately the whole shanty town would be swept away by modernity, and be no more.

My efforts in the shanty town were destined to return to dust, and I would also return to dust maybe in the English cemetery close by.  I expected to be immortalized as the ‘Gringa of Guayacan’ one day since I expected to remain living in Chile.  What I realized, however, is that the written word has an efficacy that other creative efforts do not have.  The written word is not swept away; it does not turn to dust.  So it is that I started writing.

It was here in the shanty town that I conceived my big idea – the idea that would direct my life and become the fire of my soul.  I started writing every day except Sundays.  I’ve done this for 26 years now.  Even while everything was collapsing around me, and earth tremors shook the house, I could still write.