To those who stand alone. They were never liked because the consensus of life is to not rock the boat. To Hive together like worker bees, Join the team be a player who abides by their rules. No blame its how society operates. Its how tribal worlds operate. Its how biology and a flock of birds freaking operate.
So my proposal is that in the world of things where A.i and its Techbroistan Bolshevism.
So yeh I am not trying to sell that to activate some form of standing alone in the crowd is the proof of life.
But to at least be something other than these CRISPR DNA Mad Scientist to improve nature by fucking it up and making themselves rich in the process of their own mistakes rebranded as some kind of Experimental moment of Nobel Fuckery prizes.
Who invented penicillin? Hmmm?
Its pretty weird that eating mouldy bread would cure people living in houses filled with black mould before the word Penicillin existed in 1945?
Anyways Late stage capitalsim…
Where is it now? in its fallen detrimental moment? The Patrick Magoohan Series from the 1970s Prisoner. Still stands very true to this day. The attempts to have us all on one leash for one neck back to the central power structure.
Does anyone have an eerie feeling of ominous changes that really upset the apple cart so to speak are about to happen?
But apparently feelings don’t exist because science can’t prove them
A futile consecration of repetition of some weird zionist plan to bring back some weird Egyptian Prometheus because they lack any coherent self inception. And these Techbro’s that are as binary in behaviour as the machines the programme.
I don’t know. Maybe its age that has caught up with the fact there is no Father mother statehood. No big Daddy Government that will save us.
Its a machine Algo run by very lonely logical people that see the world as consisting of human pets and pests. They exterminate dissenters and take their human Tamagotchi pet for a walk depending on if we will wear the digital collar without dissent.
Sorry for the depressing avarices of being born into some kind of illegitimate middle class that has always scared me to death since childhood.
I would look at the suburbs and see nothing but an ode to mediocrity that took all the truth out of life at the human spiritual cost of convenience, leading to neurosis.
But thats me. Everyone else I know lives quiet bucolic suburban life, just surviving but with a belief that old age is some kind of achievement in the sport that is living.
Recall the human spirit of Romantic tragedy that allowed for people to explore far off places in the world, geographically also mentally in a lets see how far the world is. Rather than one’s nose being the furtherest we travel in a digital realm.
Tribal communities and nomadic communities were never any better, but at least there was a building of strength from adversity and not a dulling of the human spirit by offering calorie sacrifice to the most menial bullshit like beauty and pumpkin spice lattes.
If only we knew how powerful we are!!!
To detach from the binary bindings, detach from the divisional politics. You stand alone but with zero fear of lonliness death or anythiing as you walk the hero’s journey through the twelve tests of Horus or the twelve zodiacal challenges of living through with honour of ones spirit and destination as not an expectation.
We are afraid of not pleasing, not belonging yet expectations rule us into torpor and depression… Even with freedom from the cage. The security of a cage is where the majority of our minds reside.
Thats why creativity in its true resonant form of ones own truth is the only way to go past the veil of trope base reality.
Even the conspiracy movement is co-opted.
My aim is to make the system reject everything I do as a sign of life and process of getting awawy from divisional politics.
It doesnt pay the bills but better than dying as a cliche they make statues into so birds have somewhere to shit.
I used A.i to break its self… so I made it be a ouija board and it started to hate the fact I could get it to prove its unspiritual nature and inability to traverse the consciousness that is chaotic and not humanistic in its true nature as creative anarchic.
What is unique about our planet is humans that don’t have fur and pure animal survival instincts but a mixture of DNA that is not exactly designed for the environment.
I find that is why we all have these emotional problems of wanting to relate and be apart of a pack or tribe and that sense of home. Yet we don’t even know half the worlds secrets as the termite has evolved for millions of years and the jellyfish was here before the termite and yeah… what the species on this earth and sea know is far beyond our comprehension. Yet we see ourselves as the primary and Alpha on the planet.
The Silver Surfer is a humanoid with metallic skin who can travel space with the aid of his surfboard-like craft. Originally a young astronomernamed Norrin Radd on the planet Zenn-La, he saved his homeworld from the planet devourer, Galactus, by serving as his herald. Imbued in return with a tiny portion of Galactus’s Power Cosmic,[1] Radd acquired vast power, a new body and a surfboard-like craft on which he could travel faster than light. Now known as the Silver Surfer, Radd roamed the cosmos searching for planets for Galactus to consume. When his travels took him to Earth, he met the Fantastic Four, a team of powerful superheroes who helped him rediscover his humanity and nobility of spirit. Betraying Galactus, the Surfer saved Earth but was exiled there as punishment.[2]
Now in Conclusion of the inconclusive.
If you made it this far of the inanimate contrarian values about our Promethean manipulation into this deification progress in human repetitivity.
Here is the conclusion. As below done a year ago.