#clinging to humainty

[garrothromeave]

hye guys remember that whole "light" thing brought up in like ep 20 of s1 where lord burt explains if the bond between a guard and a lord is so powerful the guard is protected by the light and it keeps them from becoming a shadow kngith yeah thats garroth we win boys

#im sure theres a narrative out there where this applies to laurance too #with the whole uh. really difficult transofrmation thing #clinging to humainty #etc #but yayyyyy garroth ily bbg never change #aphmau #minecraft diaries #garroth ro'meave

[quarzkristall]

death and its denial in the modern world.

the new humanity will be drawn by capitalism, changed by the whims of the market, like autumn leaves dancing by the whims of the wind, only to be let to fall to the ground and trampled on. 

its genes and data in the hands of corporations to sell and exploit

there is no society to save. no humainty to heal

lest it be led down a path of eternal non existence, its consciousness mere illusion confined to a screen. from its flee from death, it falls into oblivion, thinking it is immortal. there is no life, no death. no time nor space. only abstract survival, dictated and defined by its numbers and lettters. there is no salvation, nor comfort in the carcass of your dead gods already grown cold if not disintegrated, your preachers  no longer able to collect money from their sheeple or sell lies forever. 

how many catastrophes must this world go through, so one ignorant humanity can learn its mistakes, thinking its so superior when its only a child, a stupid infant. oh but man is just another stupid ape in a cage, throwing shit at curious onlookers, grown docile and stupid in its own confines and its need to turn all life to object to be put in a cage. there is nothing more primitive than a modern human, grown depndent on its screen to comfort it in ignorance while thinking its an omniscient god, to exploit any other form than itself, but in the end its the subject it pretends to be that suffers most.

you could say humanity is in its adolescent stage, clinging to its youth because of how close it is to disintegration and decomposition. rather would you go into total oblivion than face your mortality, stupid ape. but what you are creating in your factories is beyond death, it is the very nothingess you fear. rather would you kill yourself than die. rather would you confine yourself to a box for eternity than return to the earth you try to escape, in so doing destroying any hospitability or home there ever was for you here.

because there is no humanity. i certainly do not want my genes in the hands of corporations to use as they wish, profit as they please. you fear dying alone but i find it an honour to die, move on to just another transformation in an ever changing universe in solitude. id like to die under the shade of a pinetree, listening to the chirping of birds, breathing in the crisp mountain air, when my breath will become wind too. 

its a tragedy that my words only sound banal, because whatever strays from the pseudo-religion that to most people is science an insult to some holy, absolute truth. when science is not a destination, it is a process. truth is dead, though its corpse still somewhat warm to give an illusion of comfort and stablity in a dying world. technology can be a tool, once it no longer has to be defined as such. 

there is no return to an ideal past. the only constant is change, no path to follow but to create. there is no destination, and neither is there a beginning. find your own way, see your own truth, in the depths of dreams or in the corner of your desk. let go of the past, forget the future. exist, that enough is to rebel against a world gone mad trying to put itself into order, calculating its every move because it cant face its own vanity and absurd. exist, breathe now and move with the wind tommorow. there is no meaning in running from death and surviving as a machine, only absurd. once you stop seeking, you will find. chaos is perfection, not a passive ideal but an ever changing and active reality, life itself. 

a quantified self is nothing but a living corpse. the need for control a cry of powerlesness. a cage a confine of insecurity. go. live. let society die, watch it burn. normalcy will go down in flames, with it any comfort will evaporate. the spectacle of institutions and control broken, there will no longer be need for terms as freedom or tolerance, no need for this masturbatory altruism. words can say much, except the most important. find for yourself, the conclusion of this chaotic rant. youve read so far for a reason, or at least thats what you want to think. now go, exist. 

#stupid rant #shitty poem #anarchy #green anarchy