Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.64.0908281910540.6577@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: all less what we can do
Date: Fri, 28 Aug 2009 19:11:21 -0400 (EDT)
all less what we can do we're so incredibly small in relation to the universe, our lives are as nothing, our minds work for a limited period, there's nothing outside of the planet we can breathe, enormous energies just to get to the local satellite, too many trillions of words, exhaustion setting in every day around the same time, we comprehend nothing, we're stuck with vision in three-dimensions, we're small primates with overly-wrought group dynamics and violent urges, we won't last as long as the robin, as stromatolites, our minds are sick, poisoned, devastating, distraught, we're lost in the cosmos, there isn't any cosmos, we're decentered from ourselves, we're self-inscribed, autonomic, we haven't bootstrapped, our energy mapping's muddled, we're working desperately at the command of dna-inert, we're spewing everywhere in reach, nothing's in reach, we're the harbingers of the apocalypse, we've bootstrapped the apocalypse, bootstrapped death of the other, we can't tell other from others, our screams are silent, we destroy everything around us, we scorch the earth, we invent fictions about how we're so important in the universe, we promulgate random tiny laws, we enforce penalties, we've got the cosmos locked up in daydreams, we've got no idea what's out there, we can't read the simplest truths, we abjure relativisms of all sorts, we postulate absolutes, we call ourselves fierce iron, we think whatever's written is inerrant, we can't imagine emptiness, we populate ourselves with gods, we bootstrap gods, we haven't got a clue, we think A = A, we think we've got identity pinned down, we think we know the rules, we move furiously until death, we think we've got a chance to survive death, we're running before senility, we're running around disease, we're running as if disease isn't running as well, we're bootstrapping disease, we postulate the finitude of infinitesimals, we play around with number systems, we think we're hammering number systems into the universe, we're using nails of flesh, body-hammers, pliers of tooth and bone, we bite and think we're biting fiercely, we're pulling our nails with levers of skin, we're crawling around, we can't face what's out there, we can't face our face, we've got theories before us, we've got theories of inscription, axiomatic theories, abject theories, we think we've got a hold on the truth, we think there's truth, that truth matters, that something matters, that there's meaning beyond us, we're bootstrap- ping truth, we're bootstrapping meaning, we're furious without it, we've got meaning our drug, we're addicted to meaning, we turn out reams of it, we're meaning-factories, we're inscribing everywhere, we think we're inscribing everywhere, we think we're languaging, we think we understand language, that we're the ones with language, that we're spewing sense, we're blind to our bodies, we're blind to the world, we're blind to inscription, we're blind to bootstrapping, we're blind to existence, we're blind to non-existence, we're blind to dimension, we're blind to space and blind to time, we're around the aeons of death, we're around the agora of ignorance, we're abyss/mal, we don't see any of this, we mouth this, we think we're understanding something, we think we're accomplishing some- thing, we're ground to dust, we're bootstrapped to dust, we're always already gone, we're always already dead, there's no coming back, there's no other places, chains of beings, compensations for lives led one way or another, our lives lead us, we're bootstrapped to our lives, nothing bootstraps us, nothing cares one way or another, we don't care one way or another, we're lying to ourselves, we're always lying to ourselves (what we can do)