Jan 10 23
The scenario isn’t, and never has been, progressive or directional; things occur, but not with linearity as most logic infers. We are sequential thinkers so we perceive one thing after another, but this is hardly accurate — the scene is more of a churning, an idiosyncratic expanding and contracting, like kneaded dough or a cartoon fight cloud. At any given moment there is emphasis, deemphasis, altered returns, and procreative disappearances, but nary an isolated lineage or relationless thing anywhere.
We’ve evolved an ability to perceive things as separate — the ability is why we have thrived but it’s easily our demise. We pretend autonomies and taxonomies. We maniacally refine. It feels like we won’t stop until we’re some sort of seized-up, flavorblasted, garbage hive, gibberish humming into a digital mirror.
But of course, nothing stopping, something would be ready to harvest the saliva absently dripping from our lips, for some purpose...
We are a collection of particles after all — the logic and construction of which is dependent on things having little to do with us — certainly nothing to do with the near microscopic surface areas of our conscious “awareness.”
It is interesting and kind of beautiful though, that we are, what might be called long standing adapters. The most beguiling part of which is that long standing adapters are always in the same scale of change as their environment. In this light, all of the objects, all of the shapes, all life, are less something to watch than the forces around and pushing from within them. That is, the outward forces and the inward forces are more significant, more intriguing than the forms they create — it’s like when it’s advised to watch the spectators not the sport or whatever.
We’ve evolved an ability to perceive things as separate — the ability is why we have thrived but it’s easily our demise. We pretend autonomies and taxonomies. We maniacally refine. It feels like we won’t stop until we’re some sort of seized-up, flavorblasted, garbage hive, gibberish humming into a digital mirror.
But of course, nothing stopping, something would be ready to harvest the saliva absently dripping from our lips, for some purpose...
We are a collection of particles after all — the logic and construction of which is dependent on things having little to do with us — certainly nothing to do with the near microscopic surface areas of our conscious “awareness.”
It is interesting and kind of beautiful though, that we are, what might be called long standing adapters. The most beguiling part of which is that long standing adapters are always in the same scale of change as their environment. In this light, all of the objects, all of the shapes, all life, are less something to watch than the forces around and pushing from within them. That is, the outward forces and the inward forces are more significant, more intriguing than the forms they create — it’s like when it’s advised to watch the spectators not the sport or whatever.