Every one of our stories starts somewhere in the middle.
Conditions form in what we think of the past/future as a necessity to support what happens now. The closer something is to now, the more condensed and certain it becomes, but further out in all directions somethings are, the less defined but are still there.
We have no idea how old our species is or how many times we’ve done this.
Any history greater than 200ish years is suspect, possibly fabricated (but heavily manipulated and biased, obviously); 500ish years is very suspect and definitely fabricated, and beyond that is mythology. Rough estimates.
Rome exists because we believe it to exist, because the current Rome needs it for its own existence and for it to exist in the future. Something born must have a cause, but the cause can happen in response to the effect. Naturally, a future position occurs as a consequence. The cause is secondary, it happens to support what is now, to have narrative structure, for us to make sense of it in the world, and the world responds by creating the conditions to reflect our beliefs.
Are large deviations from current consensus possible without actions from an outside force?
“We’ve always been at war with Eastasia.”
“Who controls the past controls the future: who controls the present controls the past,”
Like any established pattern, it has more legitimacy the longer it has sustained itself, to eventually become invisible background noise, status quo, not even perceptible to be questioned. The earlier civs don’t need to have necessarily happened “first” for us to experience this one now, but they are created in response to the present conditions, and from our perspective, came prior to this one. There is something there, but what it exactly looks like, when and how it happened will depend on us now to fill in the colors, but by necessity, because we are here now, “civilisationing,” the outline of our shadow will always form on the ground behind us as we walk towards the horizon ahead. It’s there, but we make sense of it as we come to make sense of ourselves and seemingly the pieces change and rearrange and bend out, around, and backwards to contain what we’re projecting into it.
The world must do all it can to hold things together because that is its job. If there is no reason to believe in its illusion, if there is no logic or consensus to its story, if something just happens and then something just happens, over and over, with no seeming cause-effect relationship, the narrative structure of the world falls apart and the world dissolves because the collective belief in the world weakens to a point where it can’t be sustained. The world dies when we stop believing in it, but when we continue to create more and more fantastical, true beliefs that become common sense, the world will respond by creating the necessary narrative structures to support what has been thrusted into it. If we have civilisation now, we must have civilisation then, which means we will have civilisation in the future. If all memory, thought, belief of civilisation suddenly vanishes, the world will rush in to fill the space with something else. I’m not sure I know what that is.