I used to think that writing is the easy part.
You sit down, you pour the idea out, you hit publish, and the world nods and says: yes, that makes sense. Let's do it, let's use it, let's build it. Then people take it and build something with it.
Well, that is the fantasy.
Or at least the universe's way to punish me for all those years of being paranoid about someone stealing my ideas.
The reality is that most good ideas die in silence, not because they are wrong, but because they never become loud enough. They never become a shared story. And stories, like seeds need water, need amplifying voices.
That is why I wrote "Rapid Renewable Energy Transition Scheme", or for short, RRETS.
Not because I wanted to add another book to the endless shelf of books, but because I needed a place where one idea could be held tightly, examined from multiple angles, and then pushed forward.
Last night, I did the thing I keep doing even though I hate it. I opened the news, scrolled, and felt my chest tighten.
A price spike there. Another "strategic" pipeline. Another war described with the static noise of jumbled words, as if it is not people bleeding.
Then I closed the phone and sat in the quiet, thinking about the one thread that keeps showing up underneath almost every modern fight.
Energy.
The invisible force behind so many visible fights. Borders, oil, gas, grids, pipelines, prices, sanctions, subsidies, blackouts, pollution, climate. We argue about flags, but we bleed over fuel. We call it ideology, but we live inside energy systems.
Every big problem has an energy spine: how we harvest energy, how we store it, how we decide who gets to use it and for what purpose, and who gets to control it all.
He who controls the spice, controls the universe
— Dune
When energy is scarce, everything becomes a competition. When energy is fragile, everything becomes fear. When energy is owned by a few, the rest of us become negotiators, beggars, or soldiers.
So, my question is simple: what if we stop treating energy like a weapon and start treating it like an infrastructure
of dignity?
What if instead of playing all those power struggle games, we make it abundant quickly?
What are you babbling about? If that were possible, someone would have already done it.
No, seriously, I have found the way, but would you listen?
Just as there is a slow and a quick way to pull off a bandage, there is a slow and a fast way to transition to clean energy.
I call the method “rare aliens”.
(* A play on the acronym RRETS = RaRe ETs = Rare Extraterrestrials).
If you read my older stories, you will recognize the same background feeling. The same sense that we are capable of more, but we keep choosing the slower, crueler path.
And yes, I have not written for a long time. Partly because life eats time. Partly because shouting into the void is exhausting. You write, you share, you watch the numbers, and you start to wonder if you are just talking to yourself.
But something changed lately. Not the world. Me.
I remembered that movements often start with one stubborn person refusing to stop.
That stubborn person needs allies.
Not a million. Not even thousands.
Just a few real ones.
You know story of Sparta, Leonidas had his 300, enough to beat a million.
So here is my small request: if the RRETS idea resonates with you, help me make it louder.
Read the book. Share it with one person who cares about climate, war, AI, poverty, or just basic sanity. Leave a review, even a short one. The algorithm listens to that stuff, sadly more than it listens to truth.
I have new hope. I just need a few extra caring hands on the wheel.
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