Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Interesting Ideas

A TV Show, like Journeyman, but not.
Two teams of time travellers exist.
One team seeks to retain normalcy and continuity.
The other, reckless, sight seeing through time, regardless of consequences.
End of episode, things return to normal(our reality).
Abe Lincoln with a jet pack would be amusing.
Arm the Indians years before the Spanish 'discover' the New World.

Is the ultimate evolution for this reality, freedom from time?
The power to understand creation, plant seeds and watch the results.
Right now, it's all about streamlining our waking life consensus reality.
Sleep might be editing, neural pruning,or running a defrag, whatever you like.
But to not need an origin, a home, a destination.
To simply exist and imagine and enjoy.
Is that the next evolution?

How would this be expressed? A unification of inner monologues?
The end of sonic communications.
Like ants, we would all perform the tasks most critical at any given moment.
Ants.

Ants have no names.

To lose our individuality, is to lose the value of experience.
Without the vessel to experience, you're just watching.

And after a while, porn just makes you lonely.

Communication is an important part of life.
Duh. It's how we COMMUNICATE.
You can't have community without communication.

"Communication breakdown, its always the same.
Havin' a NERVOUS breakdown, drive me insaaaaaaannnnnneeee"
-Zep

Shuffle.

Times changing so quickly.
We reach for 1984.
We struggle against it.

"The Dichotomy of man, SIR"
-Cpl. 'Joker'

We are our greatest foes.
And our greatest allies.
As a species I mean.
Our capacity for hate is so great.
And also for compassion.

Are all life forms this conflicted?
Is this part of the nature of life itself?
Or have we a splinter in our mind.
Perhaps it is religion, and magical thinking.
Perhaps we should become purely scientific and focus on research and space travel.

Perhaps just the opposite is true,
Perhaps we should allow magical thinking to prevail.
To assign the greatest power to the mind, and not to the external world in which it is encapsulated.

Would that destroy us?

Is that insanity?

Star Trek The Next Generation, was a great show.
We had progressed as a species technologically and politically.
But we still retained our traits and flaws which make us so endearing.
Other races existed, and we interacted, sometimes peacefully, sometimes not.
But we interacted, and we basically lived in peace, and could even count on an enemy to back you up in the event of a greater threat.

Maybe it's just me, but I feel uncomfortable asking someone about their racial, ethnic, religious or cultural background. It seems to be more polite to assume everyone is up to speed with standard operating procedure and basic etiquette. I just assume if someone is in my environment, they must be living a life similar to mine. Don't get me wrong, I'm quite interested when people bring up the mentioned topics, but I rarely would bring them up myself. Am I alone in this, or is this a societal thing? How well has TVs programming sunk into my skull.

I imagine yawning,
and then feeling a strong pulling,
as though your head were being pulled apart, and you are holding it together by trying to close your mouth as hard as you can. You can feel chains in your skull and jaw, being pulled by some unseen malicious force. You are so aware of your face, as though it is being dissolved into digital code, and only your focus and will is holding what remains of your face together. You feel like a thumbnail photo of your face on an electric shoelace that peels out to form your arms and legs. A stick man with your face, floating in a digital darkness, strobing in and out of coherence, less and less clear each time it appears. Then suddenly, before it all blurs out but your teeth, you have legs again. A chain somehow embedded in each of your knees slams your shins to the floor, the floor is coming fast, you throw out a blur and then BAM, you have arms again. Your head spins as the tension on the chains releases, and they disappear in a wisp of dream. You shakily get to your feet. You are home.

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