On the one hand, we are simply trying to survive. We get one shot. This string of waking up and going to sleep. One day it started and one day it will end. Simply. Finally. That is it.
On the other, we are the undying. We pervert the boundaries of what life has been by being everywhere at once. We are a connected, collective consciousness that can be anywhere with our galaxy and soon our universe. We can manifest entire civilizations from thought to physics. We are the creators and destroyers of worlds. God is us and we are God.
The grand duality of our existence...is within our brain. How we perceive everything from our present sensual moment to the everlasting significance of our lives. Our consciousness comes from a virtually liquid, organic parallel processor. The tandem of the left side's ability to signify linearity and boundaries and the right's holistic manifest create our consciousness. It is the most advanced brain to date, though not the largest, and reigns the perceivable world...
...save for itself.
But let us project the brain out a bit. Onto the globe and our current epoch as the most capable species. A projection is to see the left brain as capitalism. Capitalism is the conveyance of our role on this planet. The right brain is humanity itself. If we are to believe all of our species is endowed with the same brain (size, weight, potential processing capability, etc)
Thus, we have capitalism and humanity. Mmm, this is a strange dichotomy. One serves the other, right? Are they equal partners? As much as it could be argued, its foolish to do so. Capitalism serves humanity. After a million or so years and we have a manner to transport, symbolize, and collaboratively support every single element within our planet. We can invent things out of thin air to inculcate into this system called capitalism. Even leverage beings into existence through cloning from plants to sheep. Yet, to a vast majority of our species it is of definite detrimental effect. To any and all species on this planet an affect is taking place. Yet, it is an extension of the highest capability of life in the known universe. In ten thousand years, we created a way to mimic our mental expansion and capability in our physical environment.
Yet we know nothing of ourselves. The study of humanity is the most convoluted of them all. Our awareness of ever-present information is dismal. We are a work in progress.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Me and My Monkey
I can't remember the little lady's name precisely - let's call her Dotty - but the chimpanzee pictured in my arms in my photo was about the cutest damn thing I've ever held. She had a smell all her own. Though, to be truthful, she did smell a hell of a lot like an unkempt human. Had we been born covered with hair that is.
They say we're less than 4% different, us and chimps. This story is about that distinction: the less than 4% that separates us from another animal. Its easy to get lost in your own species I find. Even when I think about the environment, its about how humans participate in the environment. Not about all life together.
My ass was sore from riding for three days straight in the vehicle. We had made a Nelson Mandela shotgun start at the crack of 2 am from Johannesburg and had proceeded into Botswana for two days driving. We were now at the Zambezi River which was the border from Botswana to Zambia. It was dusty chaos down to the landing. Huge dirty trucks filled with what-not, buses painted in neon and pastel colors, and beat up cars. We parked and went to navigate the offices: insurance, customs, police, and ferry toll.
Gus was an English South African and carried all the baggage one had from that. He cheerfully went office to office with an air of confidence. IN a manner that said, "If you inconvenience me, it is another mark against the New Africa. Another travesty of mismanagement." I tailed him, bridled in this adventure with my white skin and his. I noticed that even from the beginning I napped with fervor, often, and with increasingly less remorse each time I heard him start to tell a story.
We waited for the ferry to glide across the smooth glassy surface of the river. There is nothing more pointless than looking across a body of water into another country I've learned. Its just land over there. Like land over here. Its just people and their distinctions that make it seem more important or to die for. Bananas, empire, or some concoction of them both.
Everywhere we stopped was a white man's version of Africa. Manipulate the grounds and rooms to be according to these specifications and it will be successful.
They say we're less than 4% different, us and chimps. This story is about that distinction: the less than 4% that separates us from another animal. Its easy to get lost in your own species I find. Even when I think about the environment, its about how humans participate in the environment. Not about all life together.
My ass was sore from riding for three days straight in the vehicle. We had made a Nelson Mandela shotgun start at the crack of 2 am from Johannesburg and had proceeded into Botswana for two days driving. We were now at the Zambezi River which was the border from Botswana to Zambia. It was dusty chaos down to the landing. Huge dirty trucks filled with what-not, buses painted in neon and pastel colors, and beat up cars. We parked and went to navigate the offices: insurance, customs, police, and ferry toll.
Gus was an English South African and carried all the baggage one had from that. He cheerfully went office to office with an air of confidence. IN a manner that said, "If you inconvenience me, it is another mark against the New Africa. Another travesty of mismanagement." I tailed him, bridled in this adventure with my white skin and his. I noticed that even from the beginning I napped with fervor, often, and with increasingly less remorse each time I heard him start to tell a story.
We waited for the ferry to glide across the smooth glassy surface of the river. There is nothing more pointless than looking across a body of water into another country I've learned. Its just land over there. Like land over here. Its just people and their distinctions that make it seem more important or to die for. Bananas, empire, or some concoction of them both.
Everywhere we stopped was a white man's version of Africa. Manipulate the grounds and rooms to be according to these specifications and it will be successful.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Resonance
This is another experiment with truth. What I mean is that there is a perpetual search I am conducting as a human man for my source and it is a try and try again process. The process of revelation is just that: a process. So, in writing this public archive of my thoughts I hope to reveal my truth and help you with your search as well.
Whether you will continue to read my words has to do with resonance, however. In the physical sense of resonance, when one object vibrates at the same natural frequency as a second object, this forces that second object into vibrational motion. The opera singer hits the natural frequency of the glass and it begins to shake and shatters. I think truth is the natural human frequency and when we share it it shakes us ("You goddamn right!" "Yessir!""Mmmm hmm!"). If its not true, then we don't begin this wiggle.
Enjoy
Whether you will continue to read my words has to do with resonance, however. In the physical sense of resonance, when one object vibrates at the same natural frequency as a second object, this forces that second object into vibrational motion. The opera singer hits the natural frequency of the glass and it begins to shake and shatters. I think truth is the natural human frequency and when we share it it shakes us ("You goddamn right!" "Yessir!""Mmmm hmm!"). If its not true, then we don't begin this wiggle.
Enjoy
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