Lessons from Pachamama and the “Great Dying”
By: David Trull
Tags: Mexico, Spirituality, Science, Philosophy, Extinction

I am floating in azure water and I cannot see the bottom…it simply recedes into mistier shades of blue. A thicket of vines dips into this limpid pool, cascading like a Rapunzel’s hair from fifty feet above, delivering the elixir of life to the trees at the earth’s surface, which seem to constantly shed their leaves, which flicker shimmering, golden snow around me. Although I do not speak, and my companions are mostly hushed, it is not silent. A flock of swallows is on the wing, careening in circles, round and round, again and again, crying out to each other in encouragement, in joy. Every so often, one of them exits the swarm to take a rest in one of the countless holes in the walls. I figure they must nest inside this pacified molten core which once burned with unabashed fury. Swimming with placid strokes, I do nothing but take it in: a cenote on the Yucatan peninsula, one of over seven thousand craters left by the impact of the Chicxulub impactor: the asteroid which terminated the reign of the dinosaurs.

A few months before I swam in the cenote, I was watching my friend’s four year old son for a few hours while she ran some errands, and decided to take him to the natural history museum (one of his favorite places). While the museum had all the usual trappings (fossils of undersea life, a planetarium, native American artifacts) it was their collection of animatronic dinosaurs that drew children from far and wide. As my young companion was taking in the roar of a T-Rex and the jerky swings of a Stegosaurus’ tail, I began chatting with the attendant. I asked, because it had been twenty years or so since I had given much thought to the fate of the dinosaurs, if the current theory was still that the fearsome lizards met their doom at the hands of an asteroid strike. The attendant assured me that this was not only still the going theory, but that scientists felt more convinced of it than ever. It was not only the dinos who vanished after this impact, she said, but three quarters of life on earth. The only survivors were microorganisms and ectothermic species like sea turtles and crocodilians.

This came as a bit of a shock to me, as I had always assumed that it was only the most complex and fragile creatures, the dinosaurs and other large organisms, that had perished due to subtle climate changes brought on by the collision. Curious, I embarked on a Wikipedia safari that evening on the subject of extinction events. The Chicxulub impactor, I learned, catalyzed the K-Pg (Cretaceous-Paleogene) extinction event with an explosion equal to the force of millions of nuclear weapons detonating simultaneously. The force of the impact sent countless shards of the asteroid ricocheting back and forth off the atmosphere, pummeling the earth’s surface again and again. The heat generated by the friction would have caused mass fires to break out, incinerating the vegetation across much of North America. Afterward, dense clouds of ash shrouded the planet in darkness for over ten years, halting photosynthesis. It is the most recent mass extinction, occurring about sixty six million years ago. Those words, “most recent”, jumped out immediately. This had happened more than once? I was startled to find that I was quite ignorant in the matter and continued digging.

75% of life on earth had been annihilated in the K-Pg explosion, but this was not even the greatest of the extinction events which have occurred. The Permian-Triassic event, referred to as “The Great Dying”, took home the blue ribbon for the most catastrophic. Over 83% of genera vanished as did 57% of biological families. When the Siberian Traps erupted around 250.1 million years ago, they inundated the atmosphere with carbon dioxide, leading to oceanic anoxia (the depletion of oxygen from the oceans) and oceanic acidification. Scientists estimate that it took close to 10 million years for life to rebound from the catastrophe.

But, miraculously, life did recover from the Great Dying, and again from the K-Pg event, as well as from the other horrendous volcanic eruptions and dark decades peppered throughout deep time. I concluded my Wikipedia safari wiser and less naive than before. I had always pictured the evolution of life on earth as one more or less continuous line. Certainly it would have had its ups and downs, but it never occurred to me that the entire process of evolution has been halted in its tracks multiple times, left to start over again nearly from scratch. I found myself in awe of its resilience.

The fact that such devastation has occurred multiple times leaves open the possibility, or perhaps the inevitability, that such a grim day will come again. While the odds that I will be alive to experience the next cataclysm are slim, its inescapable return is a bit soul crushing. The thought that humanity, should we survive or resurface in something close to our current form, would have to relearn the myriad lessons of our history, would have to rediscover fire, gravity and the atom, is soul crushing. I realized that, at the end of my imagined straight line of development was some sort of “final form”, some ultimate realization of humanity’s potential integrated with the universe. In light of the ineluctable extinction events encoded into the very geological structure of our planet, is such a condition perpetually out of our grasp? Is evolution a Sysiphean task held in check by the random crashing of comets and the discharge of volcanic pressure?

As I gazed up at the sky — a golden disc — above me, such fears subsided. It occurred to me how reasonable it was for ancient peoples to worship the sun and the earth. If something obscures the rays emanating from our star, every living thing perishes. To hinder photosynthesis is to suffocate all other forms of life. During my time in Mexico I heard much mention of Pachamama: Mother Nature, in Incan parlance, the great mother who sustains life on earth. As culture evolves, the ideas of the Sun God and Earth Mother recede into childlike standing, our dominion over natural forces recasting such beliefs as quaint relics. Yet they are perhaps the most fundamental, if not the most complex, of our spiritual intuitions. When there is a barrier between sun and earth, annihilation results. Once the smoke clears, their union miraculously revives the seeds of life.

I felt that this strange crater, with its orbiting swallows and golden snow, stood as some sort of monument to this union, to Pachamama and the Sun, to life’s irrepressible exuberance. Despite planet-engulfing fires and decades of choking gloom, it would wait patiently for its chance to reemerge. Perhaps some triumphant throne awaits humanity, or some future incarnation of the rational and emotional forces we possess. The cenote is a testament to the necessary patience, the eternal unfolding which must occasionally wait its turn to stir again. As Friar Laurence reminds Romeo and Juliet, “Wisely and slow. They stumble who run fast.”