The Borders We Share: A New Way to Fix a Broken World
Section 2: Oil and Dust Disputes (Posts 7-12)
Post #9: Laputa’s Wells, Part II: The Entangled Price
The Wells That Poison
Laputa’s dunes, once a tapestry of golden trails trodden by Cimmeria’s nomads, now lie scarred by oil wells that gush black rivers, their flames flickering like false stars against a sandstorm-bruised sky. In Post #8, Sinbad, Jafar, King Arthur, and Robin Hood forged a fragile council, urging Zara’s tribes and Ruritania’s Count Viktor to share these wells—coastal lands for grazing, inland dunes for drilling. Yet the pact falters: oil spills seep into oases, poisoning the goats that sustain Zara’s kin, while nomad spears pierce rigs, costing Viktor millions. The air reeks of crude, and the dunes weep, their once-vibrant trails choked by Ruritania’s ambition. Cimmeria’s shadow grows darker, its tribal kin across the sea rallying to Zara’s call, their boats laden with warriors eyeing Laputa’s wealth. The council’s vision of shared prosperity frays, undone by greed and mistrust, as the land itself bears the entangled price of conflict.
This crisis deepens the wounds of Post #8, where Zara’s diaspora—thousands fleeing to Cimmeria—began to swell, driven by oil-fouled coasts and blocked migration paths. The nomads, once fishers of Laputa’s reefs (Post #7), turned inland seeking grazing, only to find Ruritania’s derricks barring their way. Now, the environmental toll escalates: oil slicks blacken springs, rendering water undrinkable, while rig flares choke the air, sickening children in nomad tents. Zara’s kin, their songs silenced, face a stark choice—fight or flee further, their diaspora swelling Cimmeria’s camps. Ruritania’s rigs, crowned with gilded banners, pump wealth but leak ruin, their pipes scarred by tribal runes. The council’s zoning—60% oil to nobles, 40% to nomads—lies unheeded, as Viktor’s guards burn tents and Zara’s spears spark rebellion. Laputa’s wells, meant to bind, now poison both land and hope.
This is no mere fiction—it mirrors the Saudi-Yemen border, a 1,800-km scar where oil’s curse fuels Houthi raids, claiming 150,000 lives (UNHCR). Like Laputa, Yemen’s tribes face poisoned lands and forced migration, while Saudi Arabia’s rigs drive global markets yet sow local strife. The council’s failure echoes the Gulf Cooperation Council’s (GCC) faltering talks, fractured by Qatar’s 2017 rift (Núñez, 2020, Ch. 8). The entangled price—environmental ruin, displaced kin, shattered trust—demands new wisdom. I summon Sinbad, Jafar, Arthur, and Robin Hood, joined by Sherlock Holmes, Dr. John H. Watson, and myself, to untangle this knot. The dunes cry for peace, their wells a shared burden, not a curse.
Laputa’s Crisis, Saudi Sands’ Curse
Laputa’s inland dunes, once alive with the songs of Cimmerian nomads, now groan under the weight of Ruritania’s oil wells, their leaks staining the earth and fouling the oases that sustained Zara’s herds. The tribes, driven from coastal reefs by rig wakes (Post #7), migrated inland seeking grazing, as charted in Post #8, only to find their trails severed by Viktor’s derricks, erected under a 1915 edict. Oil spills—born of nomad sabotage and rig neglect—blacken springs, killing goats and forcing thousands to flee to Cimmeria, a diaspora now numbering ten thousand, their tents abandoned across the dunes. Zara’s kin strike back, their spears carving tribal runes into pipes, costing Ruritania millions in lost oil. Viktor’s guards retaliate, torching camps under flare-lit skies, while Cimmeria’s tribes across the sea send warriors, their boats heavy with rebellion. The land itself suffers—oases wither, sands choke with crude, and trust vanishes in a haze of betrayal.
This crisis escalates Post #8’s tensions, where the council’s zoning failed to stem the nomads’ flight or Viktor’s greed. The environmental toll mounts: oil slicks poison groundwater, leaving nomad children sick, while rig emissions shroud the dunes in smog, a grim echo of the Rub’ al-Khali’s ravaged plains. The diaspora grows desperate—nomads, once free to roam, face Cimmerian camps swollen beyond capacity, their kin torn between fight and flight. Ruritania’s rigs, meant to fuel empires, falter under sabotage, their output halved by spear-cut pipes. The council’s 60-40 oil split lies dormant, undermined by Viktor’s refusal to share and Zara’s escalating raids. Cimmeria’s shadow looms, its warriors poised to tip Laputa into chaos, their rebellion fueled by tales of stolen trails and poisoned lands.
The Saudi-Yemen border mirrors this anguish, as detailed in my 2020 book, Territorial Disputes and State Sovereignty (Ch. 8). Britain’s 1820–1971 rule carved the 1,800-km frontier, splitting Hadrami, Zaidi, and Bedouin tribes with scant regard for their nomadic bonds (Núñez, 2020). Pre-oil, loyalty was to shaykhs, not maps; tribes roamed freely from Aden to Najran. The 1930s oil concessions drew vague lines in the Rub’ al-Khali, fueling disputes over Saudi’s 268 billion barrels (20% global supply) and Yemen’s 3 billion (BP, 2020). Houthi raids, backed by Iran, have killed 150,000 since 2015 (UNHCR), with oil spills—like the 2019 Aramco attack—poisoning wells and displacing Yemen’s 70% rural poor (World Bank). Colonial scars, like the 1913 Anglo-Ottoman line, ignored Zaidi clans, sowing chaos. Iran fuels Houthis, the U.S. arms Saudi ($100 billion, SIPRI), and the GCC falters amid Qatar’s 2017 rift (Núñez, 2020). Like Laputa, oil poisons lands, drives diaspora, and entangles all in a quantum web where one spill ripples to Riyadh, Sanaa, and global markets.
The Council of the Dunes
The dusk sun bled red over Laputa’s dunes, oil wells casting twisted shadows across sands slick with black rivers. I stood at the heart of a circle ringed by nomad tents and rig scaffolds, joined by a council of legends. King Arthur, my friend from Camelot, stood tall, his silver crown aglow, his steady gaze a beacon of impartiality forged in uniting warring knights. Sinbad the Sailor, weathered by countless seas, leaned on his staff, robes dusted with ochre, eyes alight with tales of shared bounty. Vizier Jafar, Laputa’s sage, clutched a scroll of tribal lore, his bearded face etched with concern. Robin Hood, Sherwood’s rogue, lounged against a spear-rent tent, bow in hand, his grin sharp as a blade. Sherlock Holmes, pipe smoldering, surveyed the scene with hawk-like precision, his Inverness cape snapping in the wind. Dr. John H. Watson, ever steadfast, stood at his side, notebook open, brow furrowed.
Zara, elder of the nomads, stormed into the circle, her spear trembling, a blackened goatskin flask in hand. “This oil chokes our oases,” she spat, pouring its contents—water dark as pitch—onto the sand. “Our herds die, our kin flee to Cimmeria—ten thousand now, a diaspora born of Ruritania’s greed. Britain’s lines, like those of 1913, cage us!” Her voice broke, eyes blazing toward the tents, half-empty, dotting the dunes.
Count Viktor strode forth, gilded armor clashing with the desert’s starkness, a ledger clutched tightly. “By crown decree of 1915, these wells are ours,” he boomed, pointing to a leaking rig, its pipe scarred with runes. “Your spears cost me millions—sabotage, not justice!” His guards flanked him, sabers glinting, as oil pooled at the rig’s base.
Holmes stepped forward, pipe flaring, voice cutting through the heat. “Observe, Watson—the sand tells all: oil slicks from pierced pipes, ash from nomad fires, hoofprints of Cimmerian kin. A crisis entangled.” He knelt, sifting sand, then held up a shard of bone—goat, oil-stained. “Zara, your herds sicken—well leaks poison oases?” She nodded, fists clenched. “Viktor, your output drops—spear-cuts halve your yield?” Viktor’s scowl confirmed it.
Sinbad raised a hand, voice rolling like a desert gale. “In my sixth voyage, I found an isle where tribes warred over a gold vein. I bade them share—half mined dawn, half dusk. They prosper yet. Laputa’s wells bind you—share, or perish.” He turned to Zara. “Your diaspora swells—oil could fund their return.” To Viktor: “Your rigs falter—nomad peace would save your gold.”
Jafar unrolled his scroll, voice grave. “Britain’s 1930s lines, like those splitting Zaidi from Hadrami, broke our trails. Oil spills drive ten thousand to Cimmeria—tents empty, oases die. A council could heal this, as the 1990 treaty eased Saudi-Yemen strife.” He fixed Zara with a steady gaze. “Your kin flee—share wells, bring them home.” To Viktor: “Your oil stains all—reason bids you parley.”
Robin Hood sprang up, arrow nocked, voice a growl. “Sherwood taught me—lords hoard while folk starve. Viktor’s rigs fatten palaces, Zara’s kin drink poison! Split the oil, or my bow speaks!” He loosed an arrow, its shaft striking a rig’s scaffold, quivering. Zara’s eyes gleamed; Viktor’s hand twitched toward his saber.
Arthur raised Excalibur’s hilt, voice calm as stone. “Hold, Robin. Camelot bound foes to one table—Laputa demands no less. Zara, your sabotage deepens woe—oil lost funds no tents. Viktor, your greed blinds—nomad trails cradle your rigs.” He turned to Holmes. “Sherlock, your clues—what price this tangle?”
Holmes exhaled smoke, eyes narrowing. “The wells’ oil feeds oases, yet leaks kill herds. Nomad spears shield trails, yet cost rigs. A boundary at the dune’s edge—coasts for grazing, wells for drilling. But dust blinds them.” He faced me. “Núñez, your Multiverses—how do they cut this knot?”
I stepped forth, sand crunching. “A council, Holmes—nomads graze dawn to noon, nobles drill dusk to dawn. Oil splits 60-40: nomads fund tents, nobles tech. My 2020 work proves it in Saudi-Yemen—tribes and states can share.”
Watson interjected, notebook poised. “Núñez, tribes trust no lords—Saudi’s wealth buries Yemen’s poor. Why heed you?” Sinbad countered, “Tales bind—my crews shared hoards, none sank.” Jafar added, “Colonial scars—1913 lines—spark Houthi fires. A council heals.” Zara wavered, “My kin die—can your council save them?” Viktor sneered, “Share my oil? For nomad whims?”
Arthur silenced them, voice commanding. “For life. Zara, your diaspora starves without oil. Viktor, your rigs fall without peace. Núñez’s vision offers a Round Table—speak, or perish.” I nodded. “My 2023 lens sees quantum threads—one spill poisons all. Let us build that table.”
The Núñezian Lens: Sharing the Wells
The council’s voices—Holmes’ precision, Sinbad’s tales, Jafar’s chronicles, Robin’s fire, Arthur’s calm, Watson’s doubt—illuminate Laputa’s crisis, but my Núñezian Integrated Multiverses forges the path to peace. In my 2017 book, Sovereignty Conflicts, I crafted egalitarian shared sovereignty as a beacon for resolving territorial disputes, not through conquest or exclusion, but through equitable collaboration rooted in justice. This framework rests on four foundational principles designed to ensure fairness and sustainability across divided landscapes. First, every party must have an equal voice, so that Laputa’s nomads, led by Zara, and Ruritania’s nobles, under Viktor, sit as peers in a council, their grievances heard without hierarchy. Second, roles must align with inherent capabilities, allowing nomads to leverage their deep knowledge of grazing trails and coastal oases while nobles deploy their technological mastery to drill the dunes’ depths. Third, rewards must reflect the labor and sacrifice of each, balancing the nomads’ toil in sustaining herds with the nobles’ investment in rigs, ensuring neither prospers at the other’s expense. Fourth, those with greater resources must uplift the disadvantaged, fostering mutual reliance—nobles’ engineering could purify oases, while nomads’ trails could guide rigs to stable sands. Applied to Laputa, this vision manifests as a council governing a zoned landscape: coastal plains for nomad grazing and farming from dawn to noon, inland dunes for noble drilling from dusk to dawn. The oil wealth, a lifeblood pulsing beneath the sands, would be split 60% to nobles for their technological capital and 40% to nomads for their stewardship of the land, with funds restoring oases, rebuilding tents, and recalling the Cimmerian diaspora—ten thousand strong, now scattered by oil’s curse. This council would also address the environmental toll, mandating rig repairs to stem spills and nomad-led restoration of grazing lands, ensuring the dunes endure as a shared legacy rather than a poisoned wasteland.
This framework is no mere aspiration—it finds firm grounding in the real-world complexities of the Saudi-Yemen border, as detailed in my 2020 book, Territorial Disputes and State Sovereignty (Ch. 8). The 1,800-km frontier, carved by Britain’s colonial hand from 1820 to 1971, sundered tribes like the Hadrami, Zaidi, and Bedouin, whose pre-oil migrations knew no borders, their loyalties tied to shaykhs rather than maps. Britain’s 1930s oil concessions, followed by vague demarcations in the Rub’ al-Khali, sowed seeds of conflict that persist—Houthi raids, backed by Iran’s arms, have claimed 150,000 lives since 2015 (UNHCR). Saudi Arabia’s 268 billion barrels fuel 20% of the global oil supply, while Yemen’s 3 billion barrels tempt cross-border incursions, echoing Laputa’s wells. Oil spills, like those from the 2019 Aramco sabotage, poison wells and grazing lands, displacing Yemen’s 70% rural poor (World Bank), a diaspora swelling across borders in search of refuge. The 1990 Saudi-Yemen treaty stabilized some lines, but tribal migrations—driven by drought, war, and environmental ruin—persist, mirroring Laputa’s flight to Cimmeria. A GCC-led council, including Saudi Arabia, Yemen, and even Iran, could emulate Laputa’s solution, zoning the border: northern dunes for Saudi drilling, southern plains for Yemeni farming and fishing. Oil profits, estimated at $10 billion yearly (IMF), would fund schools, tents, and clean water, easing the diaspora’s plight and restoring lands ravaged by spills. The 2002 GCC talks, though slow, reduced clashes, offering a blueprint for peace that prioritizes shared prosperity over territorial conquest.
Yet the path is fraught with nonlinear chaos—Iran’s arming of Houthis, the U.S.’s $100 billion in Saudi arms (SIPRI), and the GCC’s internal fractures, evident in Qatar’s 2017 ostracism, stoke tensions that defy linear solutions (Núñez, 2020). My 2023 book, Cosmopolitanism and State Sovereignty (Ch. 6), introduces a pluralism of pluralisms to navigate this entangled web. This lens recognizes a multitude of agents—tribes, Riyadh, Tehran, Washington—each with distinct roles: Yemen as a host to displaced kin, the U.S. as a wary observer, the GCC as a faltering mediator. It spans diverse contexts, from regional oil markets to global trade networks, and realms, from the immediate struggle for survival to the pursuit of economic profit. Unlike linear approaches—Saudi dominance over Yemen or GCC exclusion of Iran—this framework embraces the quantum entanglement of actions: a Houthi drone strike on Aramco cuts Saudi oil, starves Yemen’s diaspora, and shakes global markets. By zoning wells and sharing wealth, the council tames these ripples, redirecting oil’s bounty to fund Yemen’s 70% rural poor, purify Saudi’s poisoned wells, and recall Yemen’s displaced to their ancestral lands. Meddling powers—Iran’s proxies, U.S. drones—lose sway when tribes and states thrive together, their stakes intertwined in a delicate balance.
Why It Matters
The Borders We Share is a journey through contested lands, where resources—oil, fish, forests—spark strife but hold the seeds of peace. Since Section 1, we’ve explored Khemed’s sands, paired with Crimea’s annexation, where Tintin’s courage and my Núñezian lens proposed shared sovereignty to heal colonial wounds. We roamed Sherwood’s glades, tied to the Amazon’s deforestation, where Robin Hood’s justice and local tribes joined me to zone forests for indigenous stewards and global good. In Section 2, Laputa’s reefs (Post #7) mirrored the South China Sea, with Sherlock Holmes and Watson unraveling maritime disputes alongside ASEAN’s fishers. Post #8 brought us to Laputa’s dunes, echoing Saudi-Yemen’s oil wars, where Sinbad’s tales, Jafar’s lore, Arthur’s diplomacy, and Robin’s fire forged a council now faltering. Today, we stand again in Laputa, joined by Holmes, Watson, and this storied council, to untangle oil’s entangled price—spills, diaspora, and rebellion. These lands—Khemed, Sherwood, Laputa—are not mere tales; they reflect Crimea, the Amazon, the South China Sea, and the Gulf, where millions live, fight, and dream. Our characters—Tintin, Holmes, Watson, Robin, Sinbad, Jafar, Arthur—are lenses, each illuminating a facet of justice, reason, and hope.
Joining this journey matters because the disputes we explore shape your world. Laputa’s wells power your car, Yemen’s tribes mirror refugees at your borders, Saudi’s oil fuels your economy—yet their spills and wars ripple to your doorstep. The 150,000 dead in Yemen (UNHCR), the 70% rural poor displaced (World Bank), are not distant; they are human, their plight tied to the oil in your tank. Our series offers a map—not to conquer, but to share. My Núñezian Integrated Multiverses—2017’s equity, 2020’s cases, 2023’s pluralism—shows how tribes and states, fishers and lords, can zone resources, heal lands, and recall diaspora. By following us, you join a quest to reimagine borders, not as walls, but as bridges, where oil funds schools, not bombs, and nomads return home. Your voice—on X (https://x.com/DrJorge_World) or https://drjorge.world —shapes this series, this vision, this world.
Next Tuesday, Post #10 ventures to new sands, new disputes, new hopes. Will you walk with us? The entangled price—of oil, of strife, of peace—is ours to share. Yemen’s tribes, Laputa’s nomads, your future—they wait. Join me, Dr. Jorge, as we craft a world where borders bind, not break, and wells nourish, not poison. The dunes call, their lessons urgent, their promise bright.
Oases of Insight:
- Núñez, J.E. (2017). Sovereignty Conflicts (Ch. 6, 7).
- Núñez, J.E. (2020). Territorial Disputes (Ch. 8).
- Núñez, J.E. (2023). Cosmopolitanism and State Sovereignty (Ch. 1, 6).
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