Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.60.0407220033420.1616@panix1.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>,
"WRYTING-L : Writing and Theory across Disciplines" <WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA>
Subject: the refuge
Date: Thu, 22 Jul 2004 00:33:55 -0400 (EDT)
the refuge there's no lack of candor in so much of the world's destruction. for example, the oceans are deluged by carbon dioxide, ice caps are melting, and neither global warming nor evolution are theories. where does that leave us? every day we witness the extinction of species, starvations, cruel tortures of humans and other animals. every day, humans bow down in fetid worship. every day commands increase the population; it remains true that over half of all humans who have ever lived, are alive today, and well on the way to violent deaths. we are faced with rulers who do not care, who will reap the amputees before the final cataclysm. the earth sours, we are all the worse for it, and it is of course our making. now we begin the enormous journey of cosmic pollution; we shall, however, collapse of our own accord, before too much damage can occur elsewhere. on earth, we testify to fury, hyperssxed bodies waiting for the next predictable onslaught of orgasm. the earth is absorbed in our reproductive decay, we are all colonists, some of us in bitter pain and despair. slaughter comes from within and without; genocide is universal, specicide, as whole worlds disappear. the great whales, lemurs, amphibia, raptors, all are disappearance; no longer can grandeur or cuteness save them. the medicinal value theory is a hoax, designed to prolong the death agonies of ourselves and those we slaughter. nothing saves nothing; of all, we are the greatest in our absence, and the most destructive. one can only call, as we have, over and over again, for suicide as the least harmful of outcomes, but it must be mass suicide. with a blink of an eye, our rulers are gone; with a blink of an eye, government is disabled, and the rest of us crawl and immolate any thing in our paths, another form of jockeying for useless power. i would gladly give this up, i will return to the manipulation of my avatars and puppets, which remain mute, as if swallowed in their silence. there is something to the screen that begs ontology. it is the refuge of the damned. to bow are the are carbon _ occur are no neither candor and are much our leave world's puppets, of example, to humans are the ever carbon _ own caps there's neither candor is evolution much any leave world's and extinction example, something day, are is who carbon _