.. meta:: :description: How Pan-En-Theology, Aesop, and a stumbling dung beetle point toward averting accidental nuclear winter --- LLoL's lived parable of rolling an imperfect dung ball and trusting God to work the growth. :keywords: dung beetle, Aesop, Pan-En-Theology, Matheology, ResearchCity, accidental nuclear winter, Jubilee, BABL, ZION, LLoL, balospe.com :author: LLoL as Laurence Loewe of Laodicea :og:card:title: Prophetic Dung Beetle
for Mathematical Theology :og:card:description: A lived parable --- a dung beetle stumbling up the narrow path and down the easy one, Aesop's beetle and the eagle, and why LLoL keeps rolling an imperfect dung ball toward a ResearchCity to avert accidental nuclear winter. .. post:: 2026-05-21 :tags: Matheology, Pan-En-Theism, Heaven, Dung Beetle, Persistent Widow :author: LLoL :location: TaxUS :exclude: How Pan-En-Theology, Aesop, and a dung beetle may save the world from accidental nuclear winter andOr other epic fury. ********************************************************************** Prophetic Dung Beetle for Mathematical Theology ********************************************************************** *by* :doc:`Laurence Loewe of Laodicea (LLoL) ` .. admonition:: TL;DR :class: tip On a morning walk I watched a dung beetle stubbornly roll its ball uphill, get knocked over, and get back up — and it became a mirror for my own odd vocation. A dung beetle's whole job is to turn what everyone dismisses as *shit* into the fertilizer a forest grows from; that is what I'm trying to do with a lifetime of "dung-ball" research, and what a ResearchCity could do at scale to help avert accidental nuclear winter. What follows is the beetle, then Aesop's fable of the Beetle and the Eagle read into today's world, and a very practical ask at the end: **audit the math, and** :doc:`buy in `. One of the benefits of Pan-En-Theology is that you can never outrun God and God is always there to help show the next step. For God is in all things and God is so much more than all things in so many more ways that anyone can imagine. (That both-at-once is the crucial **EN**: pan-en-theism --- *PET* --- is *not* pan-theism. God does not merely *equal* the world; God dwells *in* it and overflows infinitely *beyond* it.) Here's a lived example as I experienced it today. The Hebrew Bible is famous for recording odd ways of how God has reportedly spoken to people. One of the more memorable stories includes how Balaam's donkey starts explaining spiritual truth to his corrupt prophet master (`Numbers 22 `__). Here I report a real-life tale from the trenches of today's Armageddon that may beat even Balaam's donkey and Ezekiel's excentricity in strangeness. On my walk this morning I happened to see quite a sight to behold: a dung beetle working on his prized dung. I don't know if it was a he or a she. It doesn't matter, so I'll keep this story genderfluid. .. figure:: /_file/pdf/blog/2026m05d21/prophetic-dung-beetle-2026m05d21.jpeg :alt: The dung beetle as it started to prophesy without words ... :width: 30% :align: right The dung beetle as it started to prophesy without words ... Contemplating my own business, walking on a path less traveled, I was suddenly distracted by this odd beetle that was rolling a ball of dung bigger than himself in a very odd way. It was a sight to behold. He was rolling it with his hindlegs backwards in a direction where he couldn't see what came next. The road was rocky and had a slope. The beetle couldn't anticipate when slope, rocks, and gravity would conspire against him to knock him over and the ball out of his hind-hands. It happened a bunch of times. That didn't deter the beetle from picking up his dung again and continuing towards wherever it was going. Some say that `dung beetles don't know where they are going but manage to coordinate nevertheless once they pair up `__. It all was such a sight to behold that I wondered whether there was more to it than met my eye immediately. So, just in case, I took a picture, and made a video, because it's impossible to convey that stumbling way of moving in pictures or words. If a picture is worth a thousand words, this video is worth 1888 frames. Watch yourself and share as you like: .. raw:: html
There is a second way to watch the very same stumble. .. raw:: html
It is the same beetle and the same walk from left to right --- only now the frame is turned upside down. In the first video the beetle stumbles *downward* as it goes: that is the default drift, the easy direction the world rolls when no one minds the slope --- what the Good News Pack calls **BABL** (Blindly Assuming, Blindly Leveraging), the four-phase engine run backwards until everything tumbles down-hill to feed the Four Horsemen. In the second video the same stubborn effort stumbles *upward*, up the narrow path --- the harder, deliberate climb the :doc:`SD2 epiocracy spiral ` calls **ZION** (Zoning, Investigating, Organizing, Navigating --- seed, feed, grow, reap, done right). Down-hill happens by default; up the narrow path is what takes a dung beetle's stubborn, repeated getting-back-up --- which is exactly what I had just watched. While I was watching the dung beetle roll his prized dung ball across the dry, dangerous road, hoping to quickly reach the safety of the forest again, I started to contemplate the various ways in which this dear dung beetle was holding up a mirror to me in order to help me navigate my own dry, dangerous road. By some fortuitous accident, in February 2026 I arrived in TaxUS country with my own hairball of prized dots connected that I found valuable for understanding our confusing world. I had transformed those into a Good News Pack with a Flying Scroll Poster exhibition (see :doc:`/good-news-pack/vv/index` and :doc:`/flyingscroll/index`), a set of Open Letters to whoever may be in charge (see :doc:`/good-news-pack/vv/mmv3/open-letter/index`; mailed on 2025-12-19 by USPS), and a set of supplementary files on a USB flash drive, ready for sharing the Good News Pack (see :doc:`/good-news-pack/vv/index`) as needed by whoever might care to help me avert accidental nuclear winter. --- Yet, everyone else could only see a ball of dung. There are kind ways to say that and not so kind ways. Neither makes a difference for the goal of averting accidental nuclear winter. To succeed I need people to actually pay attention. Yet, who can pay that steep cost in today's attention economy? Everyone has their own ball of prized possessions and aspirations to be chased in the hamster-wheel of coveting, that never-ending story of keeping up with the Joneses. I'm not different and certainly no less ambitious. I only have a different ball of dung. In that odd situation, by some providential accident, someone gracious took a chance on me by offering me the opportunity to keep on rolling my hairball. Suspecting that there might be some value in that dung, which could maybe be turned into useful fertilizer, he insisted that I only focus on what could be mathematically proven and clearly demonstrated by logic, instead of focussing on finding better poetic words to get my points across. The benchmark? Convince the latest and greatest AI Claude that you have a point that merits close analysis by the scientific community and the rest of the world. --- Challenge accepted. As my last post (2026-03-14) showed, I suddenly found myself immersed in a whirlwind of developing mathematical theology at a level I couldn't have dreamt of (short of going to Heaven and asking God to help me). I know, AI is neither God nor the Devil. As anywhere, either may speak through it. Yet, the whirlwind of new investigations led me to create what has by now become the "Matheo Study Series", a series of reports on what I take to be ground-breaking analyses that rephrase my 2020-2025 discoveries (my Good News Pack) into a series of studies for various expert and general audiences, which I am now working to refine, so they become more readable. Arguably, they are much more readable than the ultra-dense posters from my Good News Pack. However, given what I know about what it takes to finalize papers and to present them well, I have to admit: They probably still look like yet another prized dung ball I produced. It doesn't matter that my scientific analyses convinced me that these analyses are worth taking seriously as a credible, workable candidate path away from today's nuclear roulette causing accidental nuclear winter and toward a fundamentally more peaceful world. It doesn't matter that my spiritual analyses convinced me that more reams of biblical prophecy support this analysis than I can document in detail. It doesn't matter that all 4+ Abrahamic Faith traditions echo these analyses. It doesn't matter that an AI capable of catching common errors has not, in extended interaction, found a fatal flaw in these analyses. Heck, it doesn't even matter if any human on Earth believes me. To outsiders all these appear to be "yet another of Loewe's dungball hairballs": careful, careful, cause you never know what may be wrong, cause it all sounds so logical. How many such dungballs do I want to produce hoping to avert existential disasters? Will any of my work along those lines ever be more than a dungball? --- And while I as contemplating such existential questions, the dung beetle kept rolling and rolling and rolling over its prized dung ball. And when he got knocked over, she got back up on their feet and keep rock and rolling on... By then I thought already that all this sounds oddly encouraging. As if God was speaking through a dung beetle to tell me: keep going. But who knows? Maybe I made it up. Yet, if Pan-En-Theology is indeed as true as the Matheo-Studies claim, then (i) God knows exactly what I need next on my way, (ii) God can launch any odd dung beetle to teach me a lesson - if I'm willing to hear it, and (iii) I can't think any thought that God hasn't already mapped out and thought through. So, I cheerily walked on my way, taking the encouragement as a win, while accepting that all I could really do from a divine perspective, was to roll my dung ball like that dung beetle who was created for that task - and apparently also for the task of encouraging me. --- When I got back to my computer, I wondered what to do with that incident. Was it worth a note? I wasn't sure. Maybe it could add some pictures to this otherwise rather dry website? So I decided to look up dung beetles and found this: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dung_beetle#In_literature Then the real rabbit hole started. That fables and fairy tales can be more than just-so stories by embedding deep truth I had seen before. So I was naturally curious to see what Aesop had to say about a dung beetle. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Eagle_and_the_Beetle Here's my own retelling of `the Dung Beetle and the Eagle `__: Once upon a time there was a hurried Hare who lived in fear of getting killed by an eager Eagle. The Hare always had to look over his shoulder, ready to run whenever odd shadows appeared. This refugee lifestyle, always on the run, was nerve-racking. And so the distressed Hare turned to the Beetle, an old lovely dung beetle lady, asking for a sanctuary. The Beetle granted the asylum, but the Eagle didn't care and killed the Hare anyway. The Beetle was enraged by such disrespect of the law of hospitality and basic decency that the Beetle decided to teach the Eagle a lesson until the Eagle would learn some respect. So the Beetle flew to the Eagle's nest to check it out. To her surprise the Beetle found that the Eagle's most prized possessions had similar shapes to the crown jewels of her own den, her self-made dung balls. The Beetle hatched a plan. She waited until the Eagle was again busy hunting. Then she did what she knew best: roll huge balls, except now it was Eagle's eggs, out of the nest until they smashed on the rocks deep below. When the Eagle returned she was horrified. Eventually she realized that the Beetle was behind this disaster. But the big Eagle was to busy to hunt a small Beetle, so the Eagle thought of a systemic Eagle-like solution. Let's build the next nest even higher, so high in the Mountains, no Beetle will bother to come. But the big Eagle had underestimated the determination of the small Beetle. The Beetle eventually found the nest and again did what she knew best: roll huge balls, again the Eagle's eggs, out of the nest until they smashed on the rocks deep below. Now it dawned on the Eagle that the Beetle was returning the terror the Eagle had heaped upon the hurried Hare back on the Eagle's head. And the Eagle was terrified. He could build a nest even higher in the Mountains, but it was clear that that Beetle would get there too. So the mighty Eagle was check-mated by the lowly but determined dung Beetle. What was there possibly left that the Eagle could do to avoid extinction? In her distress the Eagle remembered Mount Olympus, the highest of all mountains, where Zeus reigned over the gods to maintain order in creation. So the distressed Eagle flew up to Mount Olympus to place her latest eggs in Zeus' lap, asking Zeus to protect them. Yet, eventually the Beetle found out what the Eagle had done and realized that she needed a new strategy. Being also one of Zeus' subjects, the Beetle realized that she could get an audience too. So the dear Beetle lady stuffed herself with dung, and upon entering for her audience she wastes no time but flies right up to Zeus and into Zeus' face. Zeus is so surprised that Zeus jumps to his feet, not realizing that the eggs fall to the ground. Again, the Eagle's eggs were broken. But instead of chasing both away, Zeus listened to both their plight and attempted to mediate. Unfortunately, all direct efforts fail. The Eagle insisted on hunting hares, the Beetle insisted on her right to grant asylum. So Zeus changed the breeding season of the Eagle to an earlier time when the Beetle is usually not yet above ground. The Eagle was pleased and felt safe again. Extinction averted. But what about the Hares the Beetle protested? Will they be allowed to be driven to extinction by the Eagles? So Zeus delved even deeper into his bag of evolutionary tricks to show the Beetle how the Beetle can build a powerful protection for hares and other vulnerable animals. Zeus said to the Beetle, "If you keep doing what you do best, rolling your dung balls, burying them wherever you wish, `deep enough to keep your offspring safe `__, then you will create unheard-of value by turning the dung you find into fertilizer, one ball at a time. This fertilizer will allow plants to grow until a whole forest can evolve with such a thick undergrowth that hares and countless other animals can find asylum there to live in safety." The Beetle was pleased and flew away to build safe, life-giving decision-trees, one dung ball at a time. So all three learned to live together: The Beetle stopped trying to destroy the Eagle and instead focussed on rolling dung balls to build constructive fertilizer for forests, so the Hares got hideouts. The Hare learned that there was a place without need to hurry, that there was a resting place where it was safe to relax. And the Eagles made sure that the Hares got enough exercise to keep them from turning into couch potatoes who forgot how to run. And if ecological disasters don't kill them, they live happily ever after. Needless to say this parable, like all parables, has its limits. It is up to those who serve the Unknown God of Acts 17 to find out where those limits are. Understanding Rob Alter's Heresy of Explanation taught me that good literature can have many meanings, that some ambiguities are intentional, others discovered later. Some artists want readers to work out for themselves what their art is meant to mean. That is where the rabbit hole widens into a landscape as wide as the Zohar is deep, where many diverse, strange, and informative characters and analogies can be encountered. For example: Obviously, I'm still the dung beetle in that story. And here is the first thing a dung beetle sees that almost no one else does. The powerful are forever waving things away as worthless — even whole countries, dismissed in a phrase I still remember from the news as "shit-hole countries." A dung beetle hears that completely differently. To a dung beetle, shit is not an insult; it is raw material. My whole vocation is to take what everyone else throws away and roll it, one patient ball at a time, into the fertilizer a forest grows from. So when I hear "shit-hole," I hear the opposite of contempt: that is exactly where the richest, most untilled soil is waiting. Those are the first places I'd want to take a ResearchCity — not because Wisconsin (where my dung ball happens to sit today) is wrong, but because what such a city needs most is room to breathe: the desert-freedom in which a Moses could be handed a gentle, kind, reasonable constitution — rather than somewhere so "cleaned up" and wrapped in red tape that nothing new can root. Let the location be an open competition, with the so-called shit-holes most welcome of all. (That word "nothing" will keep returning, so here is the key. When I say "nothing," I almost never mean harmless emptiness. I mean the thing everyone agrees is beneath notice — "oh, that's nothing" — the dismissed, the unfunded, the written-off. It is the single biggest source of "shit" there is. Left to rot, that "nothing" is the most destructive force on Earth: the quiet neglect that lets libraries burn and whole peoples disappear. Turned into fertilizer, it is where all new life comes from. A dung beetle spends its life on exactly that conversion — and so, I'm beginning to think, must a ResearchCity.) And here the parable doubles back in a way I didn't expect. I've been calling myself the beetle who shelters hunted hares — but that is also the Eagle's own founding dream. "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free" is carved at the foot of the Statue of Liberty. That is the Eagle at its best, doing the very thing the beetle is called to do; a ResearchCity that takes in the world's overlooked isn't against that dream --- it is that dream kept honest. The Eagle, too, has a beautiful calling — when it remembers it. So when I watch another beetle — call her a Sapphire of Persia — and the Eagle, and a roaring Lion dig into a grudge-match, each certain it alone is doing right before the Most High God, I don't want to take a side. I can't, for I think all of them are sincere in their own way. I think all are partly right, and would admit, on a good day, to not being perfect. The tragedy is the shape of the collision. Picture a driver, sure of his own righteousness, gunning straight at a wall that has every right to stand where it stands. From inside the car it will feel like the wall came at him at terrible speed — but the aim was his. Let such drivers aim at each other, and each is certain it was struck, each certain it is the wronged party — and the famine after the crash falls on the hares of every nation, who chose none of it. I'm not here to score the drivers. I'm here to ask them all to lift the foot off the accelerator long enough to check the math — the gentle, kind, reasonable math of how anyone, on any side, actually can help avert the accidental nuclear winter that otherwise will bury all who keep playing nuclear roulette. God has been watching, and suffering with, the hunters and the hunted on both sides. That is the whole point of pan-en-theology: there is no side God is not already on, grieving. Yet, somehow God has so far protected the Eagle's eggs for some deep reason. Maybe God is waiting for me and other dung beetles to find their calling. Are those dung balls I've been preparing the fertilizer ResearchCity needs to succeed? So, what options do I have, if I still hope to avert accidental nuclear winter? In `Franz Kafka's 1915 story The Metamorphosis `__ the transformed character of `Gregor (the watcher) `__ `Samsa (Samson, the sun's man, the fallen) `__ is called an "old dung beetle" (alter Mistkäfer) by someone important. But what about a self-important system that degrades, then erases Gregor Samsa? Such systems, portray themselves as paragons of virtue, yet self-destruct by degrading everyone to a cog in a machine in order to maximize money, thereby erasing those who work towards sustainable recycling. Maybe a dung beetle needs to fly in the face of the men behind the machine to make it obvious. J.B.S. Haldane famously quipped God must have an "inordinate fondness for beetles", because there are so many of them. Maybe God is hoping for one of them to dare that journey up Mount Olympus. A naive, literal reading of `Amos 2.16 `__, `Mt.22:11-13 `__, `Mk.10:44 `__, and `Lk.18.1-8 `__ may suggest something like that. Maybe Jesus even implicitly cited `Aesop `__ by constructing his story of the persistent widow in Lk.18:5 in such a way that it deliberately echoes Aesop's dung beetle story. All I have are my sophisticated high-tech deeply interconnected dung balls. I frankly don't know how to clean them up much more than I have. There's of course no end of stuff I could do to polish them. The work of perfecting a dungball never stops. Yet, at best it will remain an imperfect dungball. No amount of AI use or review on my part will be able to change that. I'm no more than a dung beetle after all. However, now that I have become like Gregor Samsa, a Watcher who became a Fallen one on his way to being erased, now that I've become such a monstrous dung beetle, now that I am hunting the Leviathan-length Eagle causality chain that destroys our world, now that I am trying to save the hunted Hares of Earth from extinction by arguing for a Jubilee-rebalancing, now let me say this for the record on Judgement Day: YhowShua said that Yah so loved the world that Yah even gave YhowShua, Yah's beloved Sun, so that whosoever trusts YhowShua, will not be obliterated but shall live from Jubilee to Jubilee. LLoL's reply: I believe, heal my disbelief! Here is the dung ball of my Good News Pack (see :doc:`/good-news-pack/index`). Here is the added dung ball of my imperfect mathematical theology papers (see :doc:`/study/matheo/index` — public audit invited at :doc:`/action/audit-the-math/index`). The dungball of my 11 storage units of research materials is in Wisconsin, now up to be auctioned off in a fire-sale to whichever Eagle may fly by --- :doc:`the auction is live, and I am letting it be seen rather than hidden `. I can't turn my dung balls into fertilizer! I certainly can't make a ResearchCity grow! But I can keep rolling my dung balls and bury them and trust that You work the growth! Only You, Yah, can turn the Leviathan-length overreaches of the world's causality chains into minced meat for your Isaiah-25 Feast! Only You, Yah, can ensure that *minimi timendi* (the least are to be feared), by making clear once and for all that You see all the Views of all the Weak and that all the Views of all the Weak are stronger than any of the strong! ---- So here is the very practical ask underneath all this metaphor. **Audit the math.** I am publicly inviting open audit of the math in the :doc:`Matheo Study Series ` — the papers (b11–b21) that try to spell out *why* I think the choices in front of humanity are what they are. The :doc:`Audit-the-Math page ` (short URL: `balospe.com/audit-the-math `__) describes the three concrete asks: #. **Read and respond.** Pick any paper. Look for steps that look skipped or conclusions that look overreaching. Send your reading back. Refutations are especially welcome — finding a fatal flaw is more useful to me than agreement. #. **Share with one expert.** Forward this post or the audit page to one person in your network whose disagreement would carry weight. #. **Buy into rolling-forward to keep going.** The :doc:`Buy-In page ` (short URL: `Balospe.com/buy-in `__) describes the Buy-In structure that allows me to keep the dung-ball moving and improving. Without adequate support, I cannot continue to roll this dung-ball towards the ResearchCity I have been envisioning and dreaming about. ---- `Scarabaeus Aquilam Quaerit (Dung-beetle Hunts Eagle) `__, because all the Views of all the Weak are stronger than all the strong. .. ----- FOOTER FORM OOv1r2p1 ----- type open-std ----- START ----- .. |content-vvn| replace:: iv_LLoL_MMv1_2026m05d27 .. include:: /_templates/include-file/footer/separator/tidal-gradient.rst .. dropdown:: Notes :class-container: page-footer-form-notes :class-title: page-footer-form-title .. include:: /_templates/include-file/footer/page-footer-stability.rst .. dropdown:: See also on Balospe.com :open: :class-container: page-footer-form-refs-internal :class-title: page-footer-form-title - :doc:`/blog/posts/2026-05-26-dung-ball-at-auction` --- the live auction: the dung ball, literally at the block - :doc:`/blog/posts/2026-05-27-two-sons-two-altars` --- Eid al-Adha: Abraham's test is every scientist's test - :doc:`/buy-in/index` --- Buy In: the ~$8-per-year ask this post points to - :doc:`/action/audit-the-math/index` --- Audit the Math: the refutation-welcome path - :doc:`/good-news-pack/index` --- the Good News Pack (the "dung ball" of research this post describes) .. only:: html .. include:: /_templates/include-file/footer/cta/researchcity.rst .. dropdown:: FF FeedbackFlow to improve this page: How you can contribute :class-container: page-footer-form-feedbackflow :class-title: page-footer-form-title .. include:: /_templates/include-file/footer/form-open-std/prelink.rst .. ----- PAGE-SPECIFIC FF (ff-email MailForm=OOv2r0p0) ----- START ----- .. raw:: html To: FF+blog-posts-2026-05-21-prophetic-dung-beetle@balospe.com CC: FF+CompleteFeedbackFlow@balospe.com Subject: FF k2 s2 AIMS for [blog-posts-2026-05-21-prophetic-dung-beetle] Replace_by_OneLineSummary Body: To make this page [blog-posts-2026-05-21-prophetic-dung-beetle] more gentle kind reasonable for beginners, producers, andOr experts with a background in xyz: Please consider improving this: -- By sending this email, I agree that its content may be published under the Jonah License (balospe.com/en/license/joli/) unless I state otherwise above. 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