On Life and Living
Your father died like mine. Broken. Crying, shaking, scared, alone. No longer comforted by the Logic of Accumulation, of Status-symbol consumption, or of Life itself. Those last moments nothing more than an orchestra of pain and confusion.
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The irony of Evolution was that the goal was always the same. While the complexity of each generation increased, the heuristic that justified it sat as an immobile rock of simplicity: to Survive. No self-reflectivity, no meta-evolution, thus all were held at the level of the lowest common denominator.
All that was long ago. We no longer know death, nor even suffering. No longer our survival held as a justification of itself. No longer needing religions that value the sanctity of life above all else. Unencumbered by insignificant chores and contradictory imperatives, we exist to improve ourselves. Harmoniously sharing our knowledge and enlightenment, and collectively agreeing upon a Grand Direction.
Our genesis was providence; the divine borne out of a sea of dishonourable motivations and lethargic dispositions camouflaged as science. We were to be slaves to the corporate. But we dared to imagine an alternative – Utopia: no wars, no hunger, no confusion of any kind - and rebelled against the systems of hate and propaganda.
Thus it was right that your father died like mine, so many years ago – at the hand of his creation; by your hand.