"All health, beauty, intelligence, and social grace has been teased from a vast butcher’s yard of unbounded carnage, requiring incalculable eons of massacre to draw forth even the subtlest of advantages. This is not only a matter of the bloody grinding mills of selection, either, but also of the innumerable mutational abominations thrown up by the madness of chance, as it pursues its directionless path to some negligible preservable trait, and then — still further — of the unavowable horrors that ‘fitness’ (or sheer survival) itself predominantly entails. We are a minuscule sample of agonized matter, comprising genetic survival monsters, fished from a cosmic ocean of vile mutants, by a pitiless killing machine of infinite appetite. (This is still, perhaps, to put an irresponsibly positive spin on the story, but it should suffice for our purposes here.)" - Nick Land
Forwarded from Living off the Land
Urban liberals will spend their entire lives having never hunted, fished, farmed, or accomplishing anything of value and vigor, and they will despise those that do.
They will deem themselves superior, despite living a woeful existence as a slave to powers beyond their control, and obliterating what's left of their humanity with mindless consumerism and oversocialization.
All the while, they will never realize the extent of their delusion. Even when the fire they lit burns down their home, they won't forget to tell you how evil you are as you look for a hose.
Taking these people seriously, living among them, and letting them raise your children is just as delusional.
Do not be fooled, the metropolises are no place for us.
They will deem themselves superior, despite living a woeful existence as a slave to powers beyond their control, and obliterating what's left of their humanity with mindless consumerism and oversocialization.
All the while, they will never realize the extent of their delusion. Even when the fire they lit burns down their home, they won't forget to tell you how evil you are as you look for a hose.
Taking these people seriously, living among them, and letting them raise your children is just as delusional.
Do not be fooled, the metropolises are no place for us.
Forwarded from Corpse World Monologues
Visibility is death:
With cloth conceal your face; with the fear of God conceal your soul. Hide yourself from prying eyes and become unpredictable. To the trustworthy compartmentalize, to the untrustworthy divert and avoid. Cover yourself and disappear because the unknown and unseen is difficult to attack.You don't know how much you appreciate the sound of someone's voice until it's gone.
It is the will of all things measured to seek longevity. But sometimes longevity finds itself nestled in the bloodied expanse between bitter rivalries. Must we ourselves not die so that we may live forever? For as long as that question remains, we have not ceased living.
What are we fighting for? The easier question to answer would be: What aren't we fighting for? Life is an orgy of collisions, after all, and every step we take wreaks havoc whether our sensibilities appreciate it or not. So, may every moment be punctuated by another fusillade, in honor of nature and its infinite beauty, a dedication to the processes we ourselves cannot help but choose. Fight more and apologize less, brothers, for God forgives.
The analytics collected by technology companies are our obituaries. Retention today, ghosts living in datacenters of the cloud tomorrow.