I finished my shower using the new
soap Mary had bought, possible from witches. I did not see the original
packaging for this particular bar of soap, but am used to strange soaps—Kimchi,
cantaloupe thyme and burnt lime a few-- clean but strange seemingly the house
moto.
I’m comfortable saying that this
soap was made of rutabaga and lye. My skin has peeled back from its underlying
muscle and I now look like a cinnamon tree barking slab stick. I smell like
late winter root vegetables.
On the TV, Peter Thiel is making
sense, which surprises me. I think Peter is an alien, but he seems to be
articulating exactly my feelings about this election. I turned off the TV, I’m
tired of this election, I’m tired of white people talking in general -- I’m
backwater Mike now, I’ve drifted out of the swift water into the unsensational
eddy. Everything has always seemed stupid to me, but it seems that now that I
have specific stupid to point to, I’m too tired and worn to pick up a baseball
bat. Besides, we have sold all the bats to the Russians, who, I think, plan to
float over here in surplus U.S. Navy boats and beat all our children to death
with them (the bats) as if they were baby seals. Weighed, measured and found
wanting, yet still alive in the bound stasis of the eddy, I ponder the point of
all of it.
Which leads to Google, or maybe,
life its self, or some strange combination of motivations and need --a good
starting place for any exploitative religion, or heavy-handed sermon sounding
truth.
Google may have a deep plan that
expands daily based on knowledge inputs combined with some broad-based thinking
by the smartest of the smart. This also may be how God works – really, who is
to say? On the daytime level, however, Google exists to get us to view the ads
it sells, as we view the ads (the abyss) Google also views us – i.e.
information, that it uses to sell more (targeted) ads. The money from the ads
is everything to Google – both the alpha and the omega – it’s the connection
and the point end to everything Google does.
Every nice, sweet, wonderful thing
or product that comes from Google is directed to the goal of increasing
revenue. It’s all about the money; follow the money. When then sell you a cheap
phone, it’s to look at their ads via their browser. When they give you
unlimited storage of photos for free, it’s not to be nice – your information is
the product, your eyes attention what they harvest to sell. Much like a cherry
wraps its bad self in delicious crunch, Google gives it up to get you to use
their goodness. Cherries want you to shit their seed in a different place ---
Google maybe just wants you to read a special message from a paying sponsor.
Shit will out, as the scientist say.
So, what is life about? What is the
point of being alive? What’s the take away?
I don’t know the big stuff, the
‘what was before anything was’ kind of crap, but just as the google thing is
about money, I think the life thing is all about making more life forever. It’s
a numbers game, where the quantity creates the quality by accident –like a fox.
In the olden days of life, asexual
reproduction was enough. One thing just split into two things. Then things
wanted to get complicated, for reasons of differentiation and survival and
adaptation, so it got sexual – instead of one thing making one more thing, life
got two things combining to make a third totally new thing via mix-and-match
parts.
So, it’s all about sex – like
Google and the money, everything we see in and around us is about making babies
that last long enough to have more babies. This is the functional point to
life. Why I don’t know, maybe it’s important. I personally think it’s described
in the history book, ‘Sirens of Titan’, by Kurt Vonnegut. I think we are all
cogs in a vast parts delivery system. (More likely, and Peter Thiel agrees with
me on this one – we are all living in hologram, or as I’ve put it in the past –
we are meat DVD’s. So, to recap -- Peter Theil is an alien IN a hologram -- our
collective hologram).
I think sometimes we assign our
motivations fancy pants titles when the answer is lusty sex. In fact, if we
just say ‘for the children’ to every request asking for reasons or the why, I
think we would save time and allow for more science time to find out the big
unanswered questions, for instance – why does Khloe look so much like O.J.
Simpson?
Just as Google’s new Pixel phone gives us an unbelievable
virtual reality experience for a low, low price, it’s important to remember
that Google made it to get us to watch their ads on the Internet and make
money. Much like men go to the gym and grow facial hair to get laid.
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