Abandoning Meatspace
April 15, 2008
Hiccups, appendixes and the functional disparity between listening and reading. Just three of the multitudinous sign posts on the road to atheism. (Considering implications of omnipotence I’d prefer no deity to an incompetent one.) Jumping sides, some people marvel at the miracle of evolution, the brilliance and wonder of mother nature. These people are idiots. If you gave me three billion years and all the resources the choose what lives and who dies, you can be damn sure I’d do a better job than that bitch. Blundering blindly, haphazardly choosing the first workable solution to a problem is the folly of retards and city employees. I’m not saying mastery all living things is trivial, but I’m sure I’d get the hang of systematic ecological subtleties in the first few hundred years. Then I’d begin engineering my visionary paradise. You’d love it. I’d breed you to love it. But I’ve digressed.
Humans are held hostage in a poorly designed, and as of this posting inescapable, meat cage. We have needs and limitations well beyond our control. Sure, we can live easy, but a life of leasure is a one way ticket to misery. It’s retarded, but that’s how it is. We have to learn making things easier doesn’t always make them better (Microwave anyone?). We need to get outside, exercise, we simply aren’t built to sit around. It doesn’t work. We need other people. We’d like to think cell phones, emailing, twittering, instant messaging, text messaging, facebook messaging, and fuck-knows-what messaging are all bringing us closer. Get a ruler. We didn’t evolve dividing distances by the speed of light. We thrive on direct human contact, and die without it. We have all the technology to live a lazy life of recreation, but we just aren’t designed for it. It destroys us. I only wish there was a god to hate.
