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Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Ruined World
source: Dance Song '97
posted: May 11, 2005, 6:01 PM
by: Rebecca Sunnybrook
Accuracy was too vague a notion to build a science on.

So I didn't waste my time trying.

Besides, trying shouldn't even count.

Trying is like steroids. It artificially enhances performance.

Even the ancients knew this and prescribed the penalty for it in the Myth of Sisyphus -- but today this so-called "myth" is the elephant in the living room that no one wants to talk about.

The world you see around you, the ruined world, is the result of trying -- and its vilest 'worsts' are the result of trying too hard.

Anything good in this world, if it ever really existed at all, came from not really giving a flying fuck -- and it stopped being good the day someone TRIED to BE or DO it again -- the day someone came along and fucked it all up with their ceaseless, stupid, brain-damaged MOTIVATION and ultimately fittingly self-destructive EFFORT.

On the other hand, as an individual, you cannot (currently) touch what big powers and their intermediaries can do to control life.

You can only keep moving to the place under least control at the moment.

Where you don't need to outsideshow the self anew each day.

Or have to follow the holy book of obsessive compulsion.

Where you can just become (say) a petty thief.

Until, one day, while just going about your normal business, you accidentally release an evil genie from a red crystal, and have to enlist a priest's help to imprison him again.

And, in the meantime, the genie has gone around granting deadly wishes to unsuspecting victims and making mutual defense pacts with malevolent cyberintelligences, despite a college student, a computer hacker and rebel warriors who've joined forces to battle him.

But, of course, it won't be until a Seattle medical examiner framed for his wife's murder injects himself with a drug allowing him to see her memories of those of her killer's, that a huge tear in the fabric of mass socio-pathology will finally give you the opening you need to begin your long-awaited pseudo-documentary where a woolly mammoth, a saber-toothed tiger and a sloth try to reunite a human baby with his father.

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