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GODDESS#5

MAN IN THE TWENTIETH CENTURY

Man has been reduced to a machine operator. No matter how large complex or abstruse we have all been reduced, they are all machines. We serve machines and we are taught to aspire to mastering bigger and more sophisticated machines. Our ultimate ambition is to have total control of the machine and its components. We are not machines, machines are without destiny, ours is limitless. There is more to life than work, there is the finding and acknowledging of our place in reality, because until we do that we can never know the value or otherwise of our action. The right to work has superseded the right to be. Without the knowledge of being all actions must be expedient as witnessed by democracy and the four years term where nothing really can be done, only expediencies fulfilled because we don’t know where we are going or what we are. Today work is the buzzword. Tomorrow with work will return the desire to be, why can’t those out of work be given a decent living by the state. Let them learn to be on the state’s time because with inevitable automation more and more people will be joining them.

There is no longer a need for war, it is obsolete. Let’s use the wealth spared to find out what we are and what we’re supposed to be doing on this planet. We live in an age of proofs, there is no reason for faith, this is an excuse for ignorance and lassitude. Knowledge is what is needed - what the hell are we, and what are we supposed to do? The how has already been described. Events must follow the female fertility cycle culminating in the bleed. This is synonymous with the astrological sign Scorpio, it is proportional, the same amount in months in a year as the bleed is in days. Nothing can progress without entering this chaos phase proportionally with the phases of the moon, it is equivalent to the dark of the moon. This means that every month for approximately four days nothing will turn out as expected. In our ordinary lives at this time any plans made or decisions entered upon will go askew, go wrong. That dinner party you organized had to be cancelled.

These things are caused by the kink in the universe that made us happen. We were impossible so we had to be. Man is a universal aberration because the universe loves to aberrate. You invent a law about her and she sure as hell will get around it. We can’t beat the universe. She’s female, as sure as we were born from her as a species we were born from woman as a person. She (the universe) will no longer obey us than will our mothers. She will guide, limit, love and chastise, just as judging by the number of huge bits in the universe and nothing has hit us yet the universe seems somewhat fond of us. If we get enough plutonium that it becomes a real inconvenience I’m sure a benign use will be found for it. The universe will see to that. The universe has kept us around for ten million years or so. She must have something in mind for us. Nothing can spawn a true alien and we aren’t aliens in the universe, we are what the universe is about, we are her way of expressing herself.

‘‘Every man and every woman is a Star.’’ We live in an age when it is fashionable to think that something is fundamentally wrong with life the universe etc. There isn’t anything wrong, it’s just that we have a point of view and can’t see the whole picture. It is not the universe’s chaos phenomena that is interesting as much as her fundamental way of getting things done and sorting things out even though some of her ways lack beauty they never lack subtlety. Let’s settle down in our part of the universe and get to know the neighbourhood whether it be animated or not. We are all here together, we have no choices. We are all going to grow old and die, let’s stop bickering and take a look around - don’t you think it’s about time after ten million years of missing the point? Never in our recorded history have we been better equipped. Let’s start on the great adventure, let no religion stand in our way, let us throw dogma out the window and start the real great debate, that question that all real civilisations have attempted to address, and that debate is what are we doing here and where are we going. Those lacking in imagination will call these things clichés or passé but it’s themselves that are clichés and passé because we can never see more than what we are. As a man is, so he sees, as Blake put it. If what they are is a cliché and where they are going is passé then what they’re doing here I don’t know. I think we can carve out a better destiny for ourselves than that. There is no political crisis in the world. The crisis is of male identity.