The Future Looks Bright
What is always left unsaid that could be said to remake us a justified species? Is there an arrangement of words to universalize the truth that will set us free of guilt for destroying all of present day life? A revised code of conduct that could offer some truce to the millions and billions of entities respirating up, down and around the planet? I don’t wish to sound old-fashioned, so out of touch with contemporary human television singing contests, mall shooting sprees and $45,000 pickup trucks with “Hooked on Jesus” printed across the tailgate, but I’m gonna go out on a limb, (as I do at least twice a day, privately or in the presence of my wife) and call down to the human masses (read “human” with same love expressed after tracking dog poop on the carpet) this profound, earth’s crust-hating truth:
We’re too everywhere.
I mean, every single moment minute past present future, it’s people power lording over itself non-stop, while we adore our killer narcissism. The Judeo/Christian bibles have wound up the species so damn tight on itself that a light sensitive touch might set the four horsemen on an annihilation bender, tonight. Yes, even in China and Taiwan where the Anglo-Saxons have won, beating the good earth sense out of the nature religions, to the detriment of everything including the only species that actually accepts what actors say about toothpaste.
Us being too everywhere, revisited all day and night in plain sight and in dreams, hates to death its own self, which means the universe.
I have gone round the sun 56 times and I finally get this.
So here are some simpler creatures that will never want for autonomous vehicles, developments in chemotherapy or Madonna facelifts. I made them with the knowledge that life will always be, long after the lunatics cease to measure it with their sophisticated instruments of unhappiness.
“Headsaplast” sold at market!