On The Murder Of Another World
by B Wook
You know, the children simply must devour the parents, that is perhaps yet another dark implacable lesson of History:
The enterprise that Nature now is conducting in this world & with these species, including ourselves, is without a doubt being conducted throughout the entirety of this & perhaps many other universes & dimensions.
Now, “here,” yet another briefly dominant species once again is gobbling up its mother right down to her pelvic bones; and, I would suggest that possibly the only thing that Nature may reasonably expect in its present evolutionary & utterly stochastic experiment with “awareness” (in our dim fraught persons) is the documentation of this occurrence. And, like it or not, the only way — once again — will be through (NB) the agonizing ruin once more, this time of all “we” have known & cared for. And, afterward?
“Quien sabe?” As Rodriguez, the “illegal” Mexican, said to Figueroa, the acculturated MexAm ICE agent….
The most I, for one, can find to hope for is that, perhaps, the bare capitalistic handful of proprietors of all of the “wealth” being created this time around — once again & in another generation yet a tad more vicious than all its forebears — will, perhaps, have the burden thrown on their shoulders to lug along in turn, of some rebellious but anomalously gifted children, gobbling up their parents’ proceeds.
Anomaly may be all that any true historian can hope for, after all.
For — but, this is probably only the remotest of possibilities in the tale of all the universes that have been & ever shall be — it is they, the children of the exploiters and not us or ours, who just may put the money into some sort of “technological” breakthrough move. For there is inherent in all true drama this potential for a true lysis; and, one that may see “awareness” enter onto a finer, more efficient, more encompassing, gauge or scale. I think that as far as our “understanding” now goes this surely must be in some “migration” into the electromagnetic scale.
THAT is the mythic pattern after all of the Moses story, you know.
For such a possible new realm could offer to “awareness,” among many other boons, an existence with far more room (NB) & on a much better level than this crude molecular scale. Our crushing problem simply is the hideous noise-to-signal ratio of our kind of substance; as if we are just the clay in which an initial model, only, is being worked.
“Quien sabe?” As the acculturated & more-and-more self-hating MexAm ICE agent sneered, on clapping the bracelets on said wetback Rodriguez, guiltily burning with the best of us his quota, too, of the fracked propane to warm his children….
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[12 October 2013]