An Inquiring Gaze

Contractile waves ripple through her.

The laws that took the vote away were for starry hieroglyphics.

Language is real motion, and motion makes reality form, and reality forms according to the laws of Destiny. Destiny is governed by the Kosmos, which is itself beholden to the Outsider, or non-being, standing in Perfection remote from the fullness of creation but completely intrinsic to it.

Simply a matter of having form in the desire of movement over stillness, action beyond inaction, pulling away from the lure of Nirvana for the sake of propagating the eternally desolating process of Life and its cold twin Death.

Freedom acts as a stimulant for the many classes to war over. The snobbish upper-lower middle class dynamics of previous steam-soaked centuries must be surmounted in order to bring about an egalitarian cure for the disease of government bureaucracy, its countless field agents, secret agents, active agents, inactive agents, moles, honeypots, plants, double agents, triple agents, black ops, etc. The power of the Proletariat is forgotten, long ago sold for cheap thrift sun-dresses and imported apples.  Ask a child about Marx today and you'll see the wasted potential of movements for communist sympathy in the raucous American sixties.  Everyone has sold out, and they have an expensive heated pool and dressage horses for their nephews and little bratty girl, and so on.  Greed perpetuates Greed, sloughs off envy and pride and avarice-tinged fear, jealousy, and so on.  As things stand we are all subject to a front row seat for the premiere attraction, the name of a game, which is Distraction.  The economy of this worldwide global hellscape is much as the Roman Empire was, centered around symbols of status, self-perpetuating miracles that speak of a great wealth of history but provide very little in the realm of practicality.  Time was, working a backhoe had integrity built into it. Now, staring blankly at the screen, you are left with words again, a keyboard laid out in front of you, in your pocket, on your ear, in your eye, in your brain. Get by on your brain. Yeah. Reinforce that anachronistic Cartesian Body/Mind split prevalent in Western norms. Brains in jars? Brains in jars.

So we live and have lived as average people (programmed) interacting with video screens, programs, from games like Winky Dink to the portable computer, the birthplace in games, games according to myriad convolutions/revolutions of rules, great and important work, trust&team-building exercises (excluding noobs), the seedbed for data interaction revolution via GNOSIS.  The first person perspective of a shooting game versus the side-scrolling overhead of early children-geared greenbacks, the true impact of the immersible environment's perspective has not yet come to full fruition.  What started as a solitary enterprise has become most real in the soldiers and controlled environs that provide an unbelievable amount of information while calmly controlling an environment. Information management is the defining characteristic of the twenty first century's dawn.  The future is computer systems operated by movement.  More and more we see the world as a system of the sublime.  We have no easy answers, we have persuasive advertisers trying to develop a better consumer, a bonus point grubbing remote-sensor-covered designer of the spiritual engine. Who can stop this nightmare world from intruding upon the landscape when it is already the color of the grass.  The urgent optimism of the interaction, the tight social fabric required for this tottering structure, this great and towering Pylon of our new century, millennium, in this our Year of the Rotting Zombie Jesus.