12 March, 2012
The many invisible, festering labels that is tagged onto us. Part daughter, part mother, part teacher, part student, part leader, part follower. And many many more. Splitting us, fusing us, liberating us, fragmenting us again. What which makes us so complex yet all such too similar creatures within. It is like reductionism to holism. Atoms, selfish genes, cells, vesicles, organelles, organs, prokaryotes/eukaryotes, organisms, species, populations, ecosystems, earth, universe, multiverse. Or on another level, humans, mentally retarded humans, chimpanzees, dogs, bunnies, chickens, goldfish, bees, mosquitos, mites, microbes, viruses, atoms. Like the multiverse, a completely unorthodox but nonetheless not a new school of thought, the ground of debate is definitely highly controversial and rife. Which brings about the ignition of post-humanism, where is the truth, exactly to draw the line, scanning from left to right and right to left?
It is the same lake of reflection with the ideals, insistences, and idiosyncrasies imposed on oneselves. The borders that draw us who we are, draw out who we are, tell us where we belong to to vibrate inside. We are this (border), so we stay inside and collide. But what if the border we are in is but another tethering edge of a gradation with an increment of a next, and a scalar value of a before before that? Oh no, so the border that we enclose ourselves in is but the tip of an iceberg, a mirage of a desert, an illusion within a much larger, astronomical space? So what is left, that we are in? A kingdom without boundaries.
The many invisible, festering labels that is tagged onto us. Part daughter, part mother, part teacher, part student, part leader, part follower. And many many more. Splitting us, fusing us, liberating us, fragmenting us again. What which makes us so complex yet all such too similar creatures within. It is like reductionism to holism. Atoms, selfish genes, cells, vesicles, organelles, organs, prokaryotes/eukaryotes, organisms, species, populations, ecosystems, earth, universe, multiverse. Or on another level, humans, mentally retarded humans, chimpanzees, dogs, bunnies, chickens, goldfish, bees, mosquitos, mites, microbes, viruses, atoms. Like the multiverse, a completely unorthodox but nonetheless not a new school of thought, the ground of debate is definitely highly controversial and rife. Which brings about the ignition of post-humanism, where is the truth, exactly to draw the line, scanning from left to right and right to left?
It is the same lake of reflection with the ideals, insistences, and idiosyncrasies imposed on oneselves. The borders that draw us who we are, draw out who we are, tell us where we belong to to vibrate inside. We are this (border), so we stay inside and collide. But what if the border we are in is but another tethering edge of a gradation with an increment of a next, and a scalar value of a before before that? Oh no, so the border that we enclose ourselves in is but the tip of an iceberg, a mirage of a desert, an illusion within a much larger, astronomical space? So what is left, that we are in? A kingdom without boundaries.
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