Category / Poetry
Where Life Comes From
Ossified Epoch
Steven Pinker gives talks, graces panels, and writes popular intellctual tomes peppered with statistical graphs devoted to arguing how the Age of Reason, despite illusory appearances, is right on track ushering us forwards to the least dangerous, most progressive, and objectively flourishing period in human history. What a clueless prick.
Conspiracy Theory?
Where did IT (Information Technology) come from? And what is it’s underlying premise? The factually inclined rush to their Wikipedias and mime out the history. But suppose you wished to distract two or three generations of logically oriented analytically talented folk away from reality? Could you do any better than to ‘invent’ IT and foist it upon humanity?
Not A Puzzle Box
What The Setting Sun Tells
Pour Ton Sourire
Consummation
Love Of A Life
Heritage
Our birth is a question vast beings are asking; Our life is the eloquence of our guileless reply.
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