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Destination Mutation.

Where are we now?…Ahead of the game, as if there ever was one, or still waiting in the wings for the appropriate moments to pull us from the shadows?…We rush to achieve so much, but we hardly ever get there without some kind of gathered encumbering ideas in our heads…Darwin wasn’t wrong, just misguided into making his studies the right way, and thus imprinting ideals of evolutionary mutations into the intellectual community…Now, it occurs to us humans without needing to be taught a single example of Darwin’s basic principles…Schools are the meat machines where beast becomes body and mind separately.. Where we all learn to ‘will the beast’ into something more than just ourselves…This is, however, where people come to learn how to be complete assholes…Either because of other vicious little children making fun of them and mistreating them, or this is where their darker terror is made manifest…More than a few people out there are completely unforgivable wretches that take it upon themselves to manipulate the whole of humanity into misery…Sometimes there is this piece exposed in all of us, the air to help it breathe provided by malformed intent locked inside for far too long, and then the erosion of conscious restraint over time…Maybe this is just a trait we can ween out of the whole populace, but I seriously doubt it…Technology is sometimes more demon than we are, and there would be no possible way to get rid of all of it from our collective psyche…So where does devolution come into play?…When the artificial self decides it wants to be organic again?…What mockery is this to the gods we are…Swaying fatally back and forth over the extremes…Making solid decisions is best left to those with the controls firmly in place, and to those with the awareness necessary among these beasts making out like people ought to be…I question the assault on our senses, and ask forgiveness from no soul who tries to find their own version of this reality…I need no saving from hell, both places are interpretive filters in the mind’s eye, and this landscape is merely the palace/outgrowth of the functional ideas…Take my words with a grain of salt if you happen to be so superstitious…

Thanks, khet.