A quiet role for Wanderers during the Last Days?

[Siren]

How does one go about preserving such things as the scientific insights, mathematical techniques, technological developments, music and other artistic achievements of a world that will probably destroy its biosphere and render its planet uninhabitable?

I do understand the point you're trying to make; however...

Nothing is ever lost. The Creator cannot be lost unto Itself in any way. What is no longer needed simply falls away and new experiences are embraced.

Or do we still live by animal/plant (2D) standards when we're human (3D)? Not really. Similarly, when you commence the 4D experience it will supercede the lower-consciousness 3D paradigms and expectations.

Change (progress, evolution) implies letting go of old things in order to welcome the new. Attachments to old ways and things—I don't want to say stagnate, but—somewhat retard the transitory process. Hence: if you adopt formlessness you wont have much trouble flowing, molding, adjusting accordingly through the experiences of the One Infinite Creator.

For this planetary sphere, this is quite literally the end of the old world—the beginning of the new.

I, personally, have not the slightest interest in preserving anything (especially not in material form—books being a good example of this).

Do forgive my bias here, but I am the first welcoming major natural "catastrophes." And to be quite honest, I really wouldn't mind WWIII. Whatever comes, I'm at peace with it. More oppression and tyranny? I say: bring it on. Slinghsot theory. You can't have a planet forever in war, it either destroys itself or the wars are ceased altogether; either way the result is an end and a new beginning.

I am not really a socially-active player, I am more of a watcher, an observer and an indirect catalyst to this particular game. I feel no need to get any more directly involved than just that. If I hear a call, I will answer in some way; but I try to keep the interference to the minimum.

I spread little seeds wherever I go. Do I look back to see if they fell on fertile soil? Not really. Do I witness the fruits of my actions then? In many instances, yes I do; the little seeds find their way back to me in some way or another—but in the form of blooming flowers.