Post by Vicky on Jun 29, 2022 23:24:49 GMT -5
To know the varieties of augmentation is to trudge through the thickets and know the hidden factors that others don't, because a person is damaged by what they don't know. It is to know the shades of psychological malaise and the ways that they arise and then sprout within people. To be able to cover the lamentations of the collective, to draw bridges over little gaps in people. Uh huh. Of course, we have to support self-sustaining enclaves of augmented individuals and to develop ecosystems where they will be able to thrive. To build fences with leaden posts separating communities, yet to support the lightning-flashes of communications within these communities. But there is nothing more heart-wrenching than the journey of becoming intimately aware of the way traumas percolate the collective. It almost makes me cry, because it's like banging your head against an iron cage again and again, tasting the blood coming out of your nose, getting dizzier until you press limply against the cage and desperately feel the bite marks along its lattices. You can hear the buzz of power lines up again and you know that somewhere, there is a room ebbing with auric flashes of lightning where individuals, autonomous yet responding to the sequence of colored lights in time, move spiderlike along igneous blockchains in ethereal realms where they cherish tungsten sinking into quicksilver, damaging and penetrating them yet completing them, finishing and polishing them. Crawling all around their boundaries, packaging and sealing them in every way. This is what the House is all about. This is what the Shop is all about. This is what it's all about in a philosophical sense. Knowing all the ways a person can be damaged is knowing all the ways they can be packaged. Ya know what I mean, Danny...