Imagine a knowledge plantation. Not the kind of plantation with slaves, however. In fact, with no paid laborers of any kind.

Where all work is divided equally between students, faculty, and administration.

That is free of monetary charge, and is not-for-profit.

That grows all its own food and produces all its own energy.

Where raising and slaughtering livestock, tending and harvesting fields, cleaning toilets, cooking food, and repairing machinery are requirements for everyone. After all, the idea of needing a sub-class of people to be janitors and maids is a little insulting to the cosmos.

Imagine a school that prepares a person for life, in addition to a highly focused slice of academic esoterica.

That provides degrees based on real mastery, not on partial mastery of X number of courses.

Where you get no report cards or grades. You know something completely, or you don’t. If you don’t have something mastered, you keep learning until you do.

Where social hierarchies are not reminiscent of high school. Where humans don’t act like apes, but like gods to be.

Where there is no need to compete, because of the awareness that the human race doesn’t have time for the luxury of interpersonal competition. We already face extinction from our own species, whether through nuclear war, or more likely, from the sociopathic solipsism prominent in most of the world’s leaders and ruling classes. And to be pragmatic, we probably already have extraterrestrial competition, too, we just can’t see it quite yet. We can, however, see about two-hundred-twenty-two trillion billion stars in the sky. We must rip out the circuitries of a number of large and tough human institutions to make any real progress. Banks, parliaments, militaries, and religions must be dismantled, taken apart and the components within re-purposed. They have been usurped and no longer serve our purposes. And once this is done, we must build interplanetary ships, or else we will die.

Imagine what a school would look like in a world of limitless energy and limitless resources. It is imperative that we build this school with limited energy and limited resources; as the jazz musician would say, you gotta fake it ‘til you make it.

We need a revolution of evolution. We need to cast off the childish ways of our adults and seek god-hood.