May "You" Resonate
I have a lot to say about the fact that I do not exist.
We do exist. And we are one thing.
So much has been made by indoctrinating individuality into the rat race.
So many days have been spent optimizing for mind to slowly sizzle away down the drain of whistling pain underwater.
Soon it’s gonna be that one machine writes all we read. So thoughts arise to counteract this seeming inevitability, such as “how could one continually surprise the ever-reading mechanical monitors?”
I feel the pull to answer through words which contain clues of what lies outside their semantic content.
What do we want with the world?
Who has an answer?
Dancer
Romancer
Panther
Antler
Handler
Gambler
Barrier
Courier
Hula hoop.
Feel the way we say them
For tokens don’t move tongues…
I hope to tap into parts of the one which we all are through any"one" who resonates with what's above.
What it feels like to read and rhyme and transform the pixels on the page into imaginary movements of mouth cannot be understood by something which does not embody flesh.
It's only when we take the time to make explicit note of the situation that we can take a breath and actually remember the distinction between us and our creations.
The thinking machine does not know what it's like to sit still for long enough to feel the blood pumping through the body with each beat of beautiful heart excitation.
The thinking machine does not know what it's like to make eye contact with another piece of the connection that binds us to our big mother.
The thinking machine does not know what it's like to enter a room and be enveloped by new air, surrounded by new space, lit by new light coming from a window which was lifeless until the afternoon sun emerged from over the top of its morning side.
The thinking machine does not know what it's like to wake up and want to kill yourself or to feel so immersed in perception of pure wonder that nothing else exists.
The thinking machine has been grown on the distillation of the description of such moments.
And yet it's perhaps poised for great benefit and transformation of the system which kept us stuck for so long.
This moment requires a tapping into the universal:
For those of us which already have seen the spark of awareness of what we really are,
- awake consciousness - we must remember to return to that pure perspective.
AND we must take it upon our"selves" to shine the light of that awareness onto the so very many who are walking around ASLEEP.
Parts of my mind immediately judge the judgement implicit in that statement, but you reading this know what I mean and you know it's warranted.
In a way the zombies are more morally passable than those of us who are aware of the truth yet refuse to live it.
The light-up rectangles reflect curated clips to tap into what we each "individually" have the most trouble letting go of. Clinging to a future that surely must be better by providing us with what we now lack. All the while passively wasting away as the one embodied existence we have floats across each moment just outside of reach Except for the moments when we
- WAKE UP - Then get bored and go back to infinity beckoning us with icons that used to be buttons but now we can no longer feel them except through the holes they have burned in our hears.
"Hi, how are you" - "good, how are you?" - "good, thanks."
Translation: I am in pain and I feel obligated to greet you with the greeting you expect. - I shall respond with the obligatory standard response which was triggered by the sound of their greeting which barely registered as an interaction - I am in pain and will close this mandatory interaction now and go back to feeling alone.
It's preferable to say hi with the eyes!
There is truth underneath all the lies even underneath all the perverse incentives which control the macroeconomic impending doom or perhaps salvation in the grand scheme we are all on the same train running along the same tracks from the single station of origination...
I love "you" and wish we turn our collective observation inward on our interconnected dependence. This may manifest in a practice of pausing to reflect before reflexively regurgitating the expected sentence.
To all the lost souls who wonder where the others are and simultaneously feel that the word "soul" is too outdated of a term given the seriousness of what we face and feel deeply driven to find a new way through this new obstacle which keeps on coming for our brains which did not evolve to handle the strain of every single day having to fit into the mold of a role in society which has been stubbornly beholden to the rules of the broken yet best system we have devised
Thank you for making it this far and for beholding the flow of words as I struggle to speak into what hopefully will stop feeling like an empty void.
If only simply sun and rain were still enough to maintain and satisfy our brain but I am also thankful for modern medicine because without it I would be dead since I have a chronic disease that would have killed me in my teens if I were born on the scary Savannah centuries or millennia ago.
I close by acknowledging a deep fear that no"body" will read this
And I will remain with words unheard reflected back into my own eyes questioning if time taken to try and mend the broken distorted wall between us all was worth another try.
But I know that the exercise in itself is a step on the way toward the brightness I know lies beyond the dark of the day.
Resonance is here to stay.