Amerika

Nature does not signal its pitfalls. In fact, its deadliest traps look like beauty: you see an open patch of ground in the swamp, surge forward, and find your feet sinking in quicksand. No fears now, only dreams… wait for the end.

As you wait for the quietus to overtake you, it strikes you that there was no warning here, rather an anti-warning. It was too perfect: the path of open ground in the ugly, entangling, and morbid swamp. And yet, it was an illusion.

In the same way, civilizations die from attractive nuisances that are not bad in appearance, only in result:

For nearly 1,500 years, Ucanal’s residents enjoyed water free of biological contaminants—including during the Terminal Classic period, when Ucanal flourished while other Mayan centers declined. This achievement was the result of meticulous hydraulic planning and effective control of visible pollutants, reflecting sustained attention to drinking water quality.

However, despite this technical mastery, chemical contamination by mercury was widespread. Concentrations far exceeding toxic thresholds were found in all the reservoirs. The source was cinnabar, a mercury-based pigment that was central to Mayan rituals. This pollution was invisible and escaped filtration systems.

Who would think the pretty colors would kill us? About the same percentage as realized that diversity was not a path to a multicultural party but an endless race war… or saw that the free stuff from government was in fact slavery. Very few, and they were voted out!

Appearance is not reality. It may look pretty but kill you, like the quicksand looks like an escape from the swamp but is actually a path to become a permanent part of the swamp. There are many hidden fatal traps across life and very few announce themselves.

In the same way, the Arabic vision of evil is comical. Evil would never show up looking like an evil demon; it will show up looking like a small child, an honest politician, or a friendly priest. Evil — if it existed — would by its deceptive nature always hide itself.

When civilizations chose attractive illusions over time-proven cause-effect relationships in reality, like “do not go into the quicksand,” they tend to perish, leading to genetic erasure as history closes over them like the waters of a swamp over the head of a drowning person:

Around 6,000 years ago, hunter-gatherers who migrated south settled in the Bogotá Altiplano of what is now Colombia, transitioning to an agricultural society over the next 4,000 years. Then they vanished.

Whoever these people were, they disappeared from the genetic record. The team of researchers who discovered them through fragmented DNA in their skeletal remains have not been able to find any ancient relatives or modern descendants. They are strangely not related to Indigenous Columbians, having more of a connection to people who now live on the Isthmus of Panama and speak Chibchan languages. It could be possible that they spread through the region, mixing with local populations for so long that their genes were diluted, but no one can be sure.

A group of promising venturers set up a thriving society then disappeared. This is either civilization collapse or a disease so deadly we have no modern equivalent, like a cross between a norovirus, Ebola, and the plague.

Most likely, they simply died out. Like every other human civilization, they lost sight of a goal, switched to Control systems of means-over-ends thinking in order to keep jobs protected, and then the lower classes overwhelmed the upper and ruled poorly.

Eventually a polycrisis wiped them out. A famine, an epidemic, and foreign invaders visit a valley… they leave alone. And so the genes of the inhabitants of that valley are lost forever, much like the West threatens to be if it does not adopt total remigration now.

Tags: civilizational erasure, genetic admixture, total remigration