ID 2030

here’s an idea for a dystopian sci-fi novel based on some of the current trends today:

old billionaire geezers turn to the LAST FRONTIER in an attempt to defy death and elude giving up their ghost. having conquered the economical and power structures globally they set their sights on transcending the mortal coil of the flesh with the aid of technology and science.

they have a vast resource at their disposal to experiment on/with: given that OVERPOPULATION is a pressing issue in their view they feel justified in subjecting citizens of the world to risky gene editing technology via mandatory veccination—with which they intend to hook up the antenna-fitted body to the CLOUD and then merge with AI.

and so experimental jabs are foisted upon the unsuspecting plebs with the help of servile careerist officials groomed into executive positions all over the world. they declare a pandemic that authorizes the first wave of a veccine rollout. and the story begins…

at heart, these delusional old farts regard themselves as misunderstood Beasts (shunned by Beauty for the moment) who are committed to elevate humanity out of the swamp of sweat & tears & blood & pus and are ready to make a sacrifice for that—come hell or high water.

they are doing it for a future that will recognize their contribution as DIVINE intervention…

// the morals of the story being:

Ort Frankfurt am Main / DeutschlandCredit OHNELegende Der Rassenhygeniker und spätere KZ-Arzt Josef Mengele während seiner Zeit am Institut für Erbbiologie und Rassenhygiene in Frankfurt am Main, das von seinem zweiten Doktorvater Otmar Freiherr von Verschuer geleitet wurde. Vgl. ID 5890152, dort mit Credit: Archiv zur Geschichte der Max-Planck-Gesellschaft, Berlin Dahlem. Dort auch die Datierung 1937-1940Fotograf OHNE(A) OHNE


humans play God at their own (i.e. each other’s) peril.


any time a person or a group of persons interferes in the affairs of others in order to improve the existential state of affairs of those others: it is ultimately done to serve the interests of the person or group of persons doing the interfering.


a PARASITE is as a PARASITE does—hell bent on killing itself by eradicating the HOST.


the “THEY” is, of course, US.

given enough resources and legislative leverage: this is the endgame that almost all of us would aim at—in the current, reigning paradigm of consciousness.

given enough leeway to turn away from the real world and the problems involved—toward indulging our fantasies in the CLOUD 9 online where everything’s possible: this is the conclusion that almost all of us would arrive at.

the “they” are what WE collectively are—in the reigning paradigm of consciousness.


radical SELF-RELIANCE is the key the unlocks the closed loop of the existential anxiety.

2020 The Perfect Storm


so here we are many of us clearheaded and confident with a common sense finding the whole thing absurd with some of us articulating it to ourselves and others while the lunacy keeps escalating—and it doesn’t matter how eloquent and conversant we wax things do not seem to improve much—our collective consciousness is just too neurotic and dim to break into a smile unmasked and enlighten—intelligent speech alters not a dot in the course of governments have the final say no matter how ludicrous the measures they mandate and impose on their own substrate the citizens

but in a way this is the perfect storm—when all the control freaks come out the woodwork and all them fear-stricken righteous drones who borrow their spine and their marrow from rules and regulations and institutions of government get all exposed—as only the soul-deficient guilt-ridden lemmings feel the need to virtue signal and holier than thou their willfully blind way through the china shop of other people’s conscience

this is the real plague we are up against—a spiritual disease—it is we who’ve been the problem all along—not a nasty little beastie but we—we who want ourselves be shepherded and protected from the latest iteration and incarnation of some trumped up obnoxious phantom—we who let ourselves be discouraged from being simply honest and true and relying on our common sense and intuition—and embrace our inevitable and ineluctable lot—of exposure to Transience and Contingency

and so here we are in the rumbling belly of 2020—with the emerging phase shift where invited we are to lighten up and realize who we actually are and what we actually stand for—as we no longer want to continue to stand for hypocrisy and pretense and be the victim of our fears




nothing out of the ordinary this—no—we grow—our humanity evolves—and while in the past it used to take the form of wars now it takes the form of a global hoax

this is the way it always goes: on the eve of a new spurt of growth we contract—for who knows how long—hopefully not beyond our lifetime though

Attention Quarantined

You become what you agree to attend to.

And your freedom turns on it.



Effort of attention is … the essential phenomenon of will.

William James



The way Social Media can in effect anti-socialize us and Smart technologies dumb us down is the way that our capacity for discerning attention is under great threat in the Black Hole Glut of the Attention (=Distraction) Economy.



And it all happens when we have no distinct idea about who we actually are and what we actually stand for.

Absent clarity of intent and intuitive self-reliance we’re bound to forfeit our agency and to defer to what (ever) is being curated for us.


Free will then is not exempt from causes and conditions but is rather the flexible coordination of attention, intention and emotion in skillful action. That’s what it means to be free from a psychological and phenomenological perspective.

Evan Thompson


Which reminds me of a profound poem by A. R. Ammons—which arrested my attention the very first time I read it:




Down by the bay I

kept in mind

at once

the tips of all the rushleaves

and so

came to know

balance’s cost and true:

somewhere though in the whole field

is the one


I will someday lose out of mind

and fall through.


The Candid Are a Little Wild

“Honesty’s on short supply and we subsist on mendacities in times of grave crises. We cannot afford such luxuries as truth or common sense in drastic times.”

Norman Spineles



they are worse than zombies. they are holier than thouing their willfully blind way through the china shop of your conscience.


The meek shall inherit the earth.

the hell,

all that the meek can accomplish is be weak

and thus a vehicle for evil.


it’s only the little wild

who can

open their heart a little wide.


The ‘New Normal’ is The Same Old News

We’re discouraged from doing more and more of the things that help us evolve while encouraged to do things that keep us psychologically stunted.



becoming an adult is to arrive at the understanding that you’ll be shamed and punished for your virtues and rewarded and exalted for your sins. that society will not encourage you to be humble and enlightened. on the contrary: it will condition you to perpetuate the ratcheting neuroses and pretense that undergirds it all.

Bukowski on the Technocracy

auto-generated sonnets (by courtesy of GPT-3 say) all but vindicate Charles Bukowski. when in regards to art and the creative process he wrote:



and no:

machines will never be able to emulate the intuitive intelligence of an artist. approximate: yes. but to replicate? no way.

machines may only (impeccably) embody the empty and formulaic aspects of the human. the mind. as it were. without the heart.

which is plenty meager.