The screen reveals the fascism of the eye.
What an awkward stage of cultural growth, when the integral totality of the human being can be so easily devalued by the tantrums of optical addiction.
But it’s more than just the eyes.
We are fully suspended in the realm of non-linear imagineering.
Interpenetrating each other with sourceless streams of resampled sarcasm.
The quantization of identity has become the new commodity.
The body toils so that the “I” can frolic in the near limitless expanses of the virtual play space.
The new mantra is “I am a self-publishing super-position of symbolic Self”
The physical neglect which is offered in exchange for the light of gnostic revelry is inexcusable.
Imagine the global mass of bodies hunched over laptops, in postures of damnation, peering into the portals of opiation.
Imagine, even more terrifying, those caste cast masses who are still waiting in line for a chance to deform their gaze upon the same false radiance.
I have concern for all of us, as I do for the infant who does not know that she cannot swim, who does not know that the quarry is deep, and that she is heavy enough to destroy herself.
I turn the edge of my sword towards those sirens who tempt infants towards the gazing pools.
All these screens, all this light, all just reflections of a shadow.
God is shining, but not quite like that.
The Light of the living Word has become its own Holy Ghostwriter, and its metaphors multiply endlessly in the servers of its Host.
In the face of the compounding cluster-fuck of available perspectives, Truth is being violently reduced to its primordial quantum.
Technology is a super-collider for Truth.
“Hmm, I wonder what Truth is made of?”
You are going to find out, no matter what.
I have supreme Faith that the Anti-Truth particle is persistent, all-pervasive, and pointless to pursue.
The power required to produce the Anti-Truth particle is infinite.
Where can all that energy come from?
“Hey, can I borrow an infinite amount of power to produce actual Anti-Truth so as to have some sort of reference point for actual Truth?”
“Ok, yeah sure, just pay me back when you’re in the BLACK”
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