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Name: Defacto7
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Hometown: Portland, OR
Home country: not sure anymore
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Member since: Wed Aug 1, 2012, 01:44 AM
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About Me

Humanist, Classical musician, Linux hack, Liberal, Cosmology enthusiast, Refuse resurrectionist, Living with you in purgatory

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I took a walk through sheol and eternity today...

I took a long walk through the dark web a couple of days ago tor'ed to the hilt. It was a learning experience. Some of it poignant where the fight for freedom takes a cloak of anonymity to be heard and not killed, some of it was purely disgusting, much of it sales of the untouchable and illegal and some just plain terrifying. It just so happened that after my delve into that hell, and after a long shower, I found myself on a page where an photographer who lives in a secluded haven from civilization was taking the most inspiring photographs of the Aurora Borealis and a dynamically clear Northern sky at 40 below Celsius brought sacred memories to me of the beautiful quiet of time, the hallucinogenic bells of the Northern lights with F# ringing in the middle your brain and the expanse of living a thousand miles from any civilization, on the brink of universe. This dichotomy of humanity and the universe gelled in my mind a poem, a parity of a great poem. It's meant to be ironic to the point of a strange comedy mixed with the ugly times in which we live and end is a sort of semi salvation... It's disjointed on purpose and all elements that are asymmetrical are meant to be that way. It expresses my schizophrenic relationship with mankind and reality. I won't mention the poem that it comes from but you can see if it has enough resemblance to make the point.


Power On Stall

Oh, I have slid these surly bonds through scorched death and danced the din of crouching uncivilized hordes.
Down, down, with weeping scorched wings, I hear
The burning lies, the unnatural imprisoned screech of mindlessness.
Religionwar, the pain of a billion things you may soon hear of...
I dream,
Freed from the unsanctified memetical fog,
I hear the quietness of a trillion things greater than myself, reach out my hand
and touch dimensions in a cosmos.

MT 2015

An "alarm" for health of ocean life...

The ocean is the origin of all life on earth. It's a single organism with a beating heart of thousand year intervals between beats and human civilization has exited for about 7 beats. Humans as a species has lived about 100 beats, mammalian life about 300,000 beats and all living organisms about 3 million beats. We are simply playing on the edge of a precipice that separates our form of life from other forms of the ocean's choosing. It can obliterate us in a matter of months when it "decides" it has had enough of our foolishness. When the time comes for the ocean to clean us out it will reverse the course of life on the planet as it has done several times already, starting the timer over as if we had never exited.

The ocean will not die by our hand but it graciously gives us a timed choice. We can join the rest of successful living organisms thriving and evolving, or we can continue on our suicide course of arrogance and complacency which will only lead to obliteration, a blip in earth's history unremembered. The ocean will die when the cosmos calls it's number and not before. So we join life or we ignore it.

Tick.... tick....tick....
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