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To the generations
I turn my face
a flower

:- Doug.

Human complexity
wildness of Dionysus
is not turned by
Apollo’s decree
of order and goals

:- Doug.

Buddhism seems to stand over and against beauty, truth, goodness—is this so?

:- Doug.

With faces turned toward you
welcoming beckoning informing promising
just this stability in the human instability

:- Doug.

In Pema’s Nirvana
left brain dominates right
if there is a right at all
groundlessness & everythinglessness
no one cries
no one cries
no one laughs

:- Doug.

This morning I set myself the project of attending my sense of touch throughout the day. What my fingers feel on the keyboard, what my hand feels washing my arm and what my arm feels being washed, the gurgling of my tummy, and all the normally unattended sensations of feeling.

:- Doug.

Moving liminally. Rather than asking how maybe just move. Moving stirs. Stirring might stir blood. Will the 11th generation even have blood?

I think it probably will: machines do not grow new machines; cyborgs do not grow new artificial body parts: those need to be manufactured and installed. Then again, when machines learn to build new machines, what will be the difference between genetic transmission and manufactured transmission?

If we can then live to be 300 years old, the machines will make us obsolete, so we will not want to live long. As machines develop new generations each in half the time of the prior, the old are destined to be scrapped in days, hours, milliseconds. There will not be patience for people to develop from babe in arms through even one of the 100 stages to adult in 25 years.

So it is unlikely that those much past the 11th generation will survive, let alone have blood.

With machines (what does that term mean?) taking over from humans and discarding humans, or keeping them as pets, how soon before the spring gets wound so tightly it cracks?

“We will not want to live long.” Maybe there can be a spirit among us of What new can we be?

:- Doug.