.. if you don't remember how you got here ..
.. how do you know you aren't dreaming ..?
.. right now ..
.. the head of a gang is rarely the best of them;
more often, they tend to be the biggest a-hole ..
Hammer insights the state.
The cheese is always over there.
Beyond the possibility where you can afford care
A stumble in the rumble,
A spike in the heart of insight.
We don't take them tickets no more.
Loud in the shadows.
Soft in my words.
Tik Tok me a road to nowhere
When all I wanted was a song
Christ all over my face
Devour my hope with a swamp of misdirection.
You point to answers without temples
and I just can't buy into the price of your patched together truth
Tell me again where is the floor
Show me again where is the chore
In delivering a cow you never swore
Ages void of stages, stories basked in fallacious glories
Thrones of bones
We are to bow to such facades?
Dreams are sacred inescapable mixologies of storms we can bear and horrors long passed ..
And when I look to escape away you lie and tell me there is a new day.
Peddle your illusions in fields of forgiveness because I give no quarter to cons so old.
As I bask in my demons.
You didn't close the sail.
I'll drift into oblivious absolution,
And when you're salt I'll mark a grave for the story you held.
- I think I'm starting to realize all human organizations operate & function as secret societies: you’re always on a need to know basis in a corporate job, too…. They’re all pyramid schemes to 🥾.
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absolutely 🤔😅.. prob why I quickly lose patience with such orgs; once
you know enough about them to gnow what it takes to reach the so-called
upper echelons, the latter have an odd tendency to quickly lose their
appeal .. 🤨😅
HUMANLEVEL EVENTS
The various seasons of our lives are a bit like a syndicated t.v. show, and in totality, our memory, at least, seems to be something like a movie. There in our mind there are places in space and time, events, that stand out in relief compared to the mass of days that have passed us by - a highlight reel, little clips of the tape that are then spliced back together into our immediate personalities ..
.. there are probably
technical psychological terms relating to these ideas, but I don't know
them, and we could come up with our own terms, anyways... threads in
space and time, a film, and all the world's a stage, acting on a veiled
stage, etc. - When I sit in repose and reflect on my past existence, my
attention, I find, is repeatedly drawn back to certain key events:
A foundational structure, some kind of constellation, actually quite literally existing "out-there" in space and time. - We have all witnessed and took part in many, many events as the scenes have progressed. Walked in a park, or down a city block. Ate in a restaurant, drank some drinks at a bar. Jumped in a pool, a brook, or pond. Went into an office to work. Kind of a swirl of similar events in which we find ourselves.
The islands of relief in the event flux, some strange attractors of sorts that can throw you off course [of course]. They don't really last in repetition as those days go by, but somehow it's mainly they've got you to where you are.
".. if one is to engage with the primordial forces of darkness, one must expect a bit of .. social awkwardness .."
- from Penny Dreadful
.. ah, the follies of youth ..
.. when I was younger I thought I was in love with death; in my earlier daze, I sought it out, in my own way ..
.. but more recently I've realized that Death is, truly, merely the beginning ..
.. & from just beyond it, always; beckoning ..
.. the spirits ..
.. like revisiting vaguely familiar landmarks in the wheel of time ..
.. for I had long ago cast my lot in with the magicians;
seemingly in a past life, perhaps ..
.. today we hear a lot of clamor about transhumanism, often in a fearful tone, as if the greatest danger we face as a human race is to lose sight of "ourselves", whatever we've already decided that is before so much as examining the issue deeper ..
.. or we hear that we are somehow now posthuman, & only now, of all other times in history, other factors beyond merely what we do as a species ought to be factored into how we envision future development as a collective & how to plan & act based on that ..
.. but we've always been posthuman.. in times so old they're barely even remembered by fossil records let alone history, humanity was certainly thought about by itself as a group, but a group that was nonetheless inextricable from the wider natural world, & yes, the spirit world just as much ..
.. what is new, perhaps, are the worlds of so-called "artificial intelligence", genomic engineering, & other such cutting edge developments that problematize what is ultimately a historically determined & arguably temporary & provisional understanding of what it is to be human ..
.. maybe what it re@LLy is is that we don't even gnow yet what being human is (becoming) ..
.. we're already transhuman; our con temporary human civilization would surely be seen as alien to our agrarian ancestors who developed the cultures that are the fount & root of much of our modernity, & which arguably would not have been developed in the absence of the large-scale agricultural practices that facilitated large communities of humans .. just so, these worlds must seem emphatically other than 'human' to the ancient hunter-gatherer bands that were once gnown as "the people" ..
.. it could indeed be that the only way to determine what humanity is is to explore not just technological avenues, but also different & more mutually beneficial means of engaging with the natural world, & powerful ways to traffic with the spirit world as we will .. so long as suffering is minimized, & which should always be a con sideration, not just when this is con venient for the critics of these and parallel trajectories of exploration, but especially for those explorers of the very understanding of humanity themselves ..
.. & just maybe, our distant descendants will look to our own geological remnants & wonder, in amusement & more than a touch of pity, what it was that caused us to hesitate, to wait so long to embrace the very means to our abundant future even as our home, our planet was a hair's breadth away from a terminal decline that would have sealed our, & their, fates ..
"Let me be the first to break it to ya, kid .. you can't save 'em all"
- from The Baker
