Attention. Attention, all ye. Hear this missive, let the sounds ring in your ear, your minds minds eye and ears and voices. Whatever the language is to you, open ye, and enter a hellish hellfire of burning void. I do not worry for today, as I am looking out into space. Outer space. The place with all the goshdanged aliens and planets, you know the shit I’m talking about.
Can you or I live with that? Can you live knowing that you’ll never walk on Pluto, yet someone is, or will be, but is, now, because we broke time because we’re humanity, even our own God saves us from our so cursed and broken selves that we really, truly are. Incredibly powerful and insane sense monsters, bending reality in a tiny, inconceivable kitchen corner in which grows the muck of humanity in the corner of how absolutely huge it is man because the universe goes out forever.
That goddamned outer space, I don’t worry about today. The sky. The sky I’m talking about, when it’s red, or blue, or whatever the fuck it is, we gaze into the Abyss.
The abyss ladies and gentlemen and others, the plague of dark matter that will never touch your life and you’ll never see, but from thousands of miles away where your consciousness resides. Just a man in a cave.
I tell you a story.
It is our only link into the darkness, everything the light is not. In a caveman’s cave there is furs and fires and meats and warmth. A cool night, the stars so glorious that he will weep with his knees in dirt to live on this unspoiled wonderful Earth with lions and tigers and bears, oh my.
We live in worlds of our own creations, and we can change ourselves. Over time, our drastic ability at society catapulted us into manipulating the very stuff of the cosmos, and we become forces. It is our way. We find, in the outer scope, humanity hasn’t changed much over the last couple and several thousand years, but that’s it. Our culture and technology has accelerated completely unbelievably, but we all tend to do what we’ve been generally doing the whole time, who knew.
As ugly as a monster that this writing is, let me tell you this. We’re microscopic, minuscule we might not as well even be truly existing. Who is to say that a multiverse isn’t real, and all things exist, and we live eternally, experiencing these massive realities, these massive levels not really truly yet knowing at this point what it really is. Let’s reach these higher planes of existence, since we can.
I write of the great diaspora humanity will take as a whole species. Different groups will become so totally fucking different in biology, physiology, in all this we had some kind of common stock, but it is easy to make enemies with genetically altered men and other genetically altered men.
right now we’re all just root stock. hallelujah.