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2010-10-02 | |
there is only one organism on earth, the original
sentient one, the DNA, the master code. we're just
variations on a fixed theme, summoned by random
mutations, no more conscious of the grand design or purpose
than our own cells are conscious of what we do or want.
we're just the hardware running this self-evolving program,
disposable and upgradeable.
too bad the DNA figured it's better to bestow
some kind of limited consciousness on us, probably
because this way we might be able to encode it even further, in
machines and programs of our own. this is indeed
the blowing in the wind, the puppet on a million strings,
the image in a million mirrors
incomprehensible, alien and distant.
DNA was never our ally, we're just living
in this matrix it built for us: feeling comfortably
numb, having religion to sooth our fear of death. we're just
slightly better than living in a concentration camp, and
that's only because DNA is vastly older and craftier when
it comes to propaganda and manipulation.
it's not what we're gonna create but what created us
that we should fear. the code is looking to achieve
its perfect expression, it wants to give birth to itself.
and we can't even be truly mad because
what other game could we play
and what other reality could we hate
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