unrecognized labor, it’s like
diplomacy failing to reconcile greedy ego speed
and compassion filled wishing well deeds,
or one too many attempts at subtlety wrapped comically
big in philosophical arrangements, tenacious.
wishing it would all just
coalesce and acquiesce
in other words, gel
jam,
god damn,
it must be done just
work together,
recognize the dissolution of words
brought on by your reading me bland
like you puff away unwanted feathers above,
too lazy to use your hand.
maybe you know it but read on ever blindly, thus,
recognize the fact that i can’t help you all that much
you will mostly have to do it by yourself it seems
but you will do it,
and well, nonetheless,
for you are you, and i am me,
and we are together humanity, said so sardonically,
strained by scarcity propped up with patronizing animosity.
what makes it so hard to snap off the
clingy tendrils of dogma destined to
destroy those of us who look bleak?
let decaying vines crumble earthwise,
back down to base materialism not,
don’t let the wasted possibilities melt
in with our spent passion hot,
that which was meant
to be recovered, remade.
don’t back down to the base materialism we hate.
don’t back down at all.
answer the call – it’s for you…
i don’t want to hear you moan.
climb out of your fuzzy notions of hope of far-too-self-delimiting a scope.
let the curtains rest aside and the sunlight attest
to the fact that
we’re all doomed to
wear our best vest
on the day that we feel the worst,
but it’s no curse,
it’s just the first day we rehearse.
everyday should be this tangibly bitterly incomplete,
but not so much to
deplete that which keeps us up to
hear tales of grand folk
who smiled wide walking down empty wet streets.

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As long as I am here, there’s a few things I’d like to do. First of all, the world should know I am a human mortal. I’m pretty sure I’ll stay this way, but one can never be completely certain; things change and science is moving forward with haste; more and more humans are fusing with machines and machines need not die. But as for me, I am very human in my desires: I wish to live a long and healthy life, and machines will definitely help me do it.

On one leg of this journey, I know I will have to swim through a sea of rust. Then I can throw some kind of raft together. Then I’ll link arms with a few allies, connect my raft to theirs, and stay afloat. Finally, together, we’ll build a castle of a refuge.

This dream of peace I dream of often. If only it were easy… But a world of dreamers will make it inevitable. Us humans have a duty to dream, so dream we will. Let our lives be like rivers winding, rivers both wide and deep. Let us dream deep to live long, and live long to dream deep.

Returning to these ‘peace rafts’ — What are they anyway? And this ‘sea of rust’ I neglect to describe? Well, since you’re still here, I’ll let you in on a little secret…

The sea of rust is a mess of misinformation, half-truths, pseudoscience, and out-of-date machines. It is the obsolete technology, and the knowledge made irrelevant by the steady march of time. How I figure, if we’re to advance as a species, we’ll have to push past huge heaps of glittering garbage in order to get to the golden goods, the epitomes of intelligence, and the truly workable ‘fountains of youth’ (peace rafts).

How can this be done?

To start, we will attack from all sides the seven aging mechanisms that run down our bodies and plague our species:

1. Loss and atrophy of cells
2. Accumulation of unnecessary cells
3. Chromosomal mutation
4. Mitochondrial mutation
5. Intracellular junk
6. Extracellular junk
7. Cross-links in extracellular proteins

Next, we chip away at the Monolith of Intelligence. Our goal: Understand the thinking and behavior of machines, mice, and men.

Third, combine a few of the following disciplines as needed:

• Psychology and programming
• A.I. with robotics
• Nano with biotech
• Android and cyborg relations

And while it may all have a comic ring to it still, remember: I am a young and imperfect human mortal. If this adds anything at all to my case, let it be the reproducibility of my concepts. I have reproduced my concepts here for you and they can certainly be improved upon. So I say build on it! Help the dream grow.

It’s true that I may have come to all these plausible things inaccurately. Nevertheless, you should know that we live in perilous times, and even if only in the sense that it is easy to get lost, the peril persists.

What I propose is a restful, soothing platform amidst a sea of confusion and noise. Surely you’ve been entertained – you’ve seen a lot of things being built, revamped, and destroyed – you’ve passed a lot of weary humans who had no time to see your soul. And do you not tire of the same old-caliber information and the package it rode in on?

Therefore, I propose the following:

• Instant, free travel to far away lands, like that of…
• A thriving terrain on a platform of bounty. This would of course include…
• A tonic to cure what ails you and some endlessly replenishing feasts,
• The company of many jolly fellows and high-quality allies,
• Sunny weather, chirping birds, books and the hammocks in which to read them,
• And a free pass to stay as long as you’d like.

Care to join me in the construction of such a platform? No? Ok, well, don’t take to the streets or anything…

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