May 2009 Archives
sleep has gone away. so i sit here in the dark. i had my earbuds in, to listen to some music, but there is nothing i want to hear now. i'm touching this keyboard reflexively. i have nothing to say. my nose is running.
I was thinking, as I stacked cases of copy paper at 4:30 in the morning, that there is an almost childlike, delicately sad aspect to transhumanism. Such bright views of transcending humanity toward something more evolved. An improved "next step", soon -- through technology. I do believe in it, to a degree. But. We are so barely human now. Have we mastered this? At times, I think we are just at the start of becoming human. I think we may be underestimating how much we have to do to be our best selves. Here and there we shine; so much more needs to be done though. I don't think we can leapfrog to transhuman before we have perfected this stage. If we do fast-forward, I think we will miss something and come through incomplete.
And cases of copy paper are friggin heavy.
Sunshine, stirred. The wind is moving everything around in it. Saturday, brightened in the early evening. Become beautiful. "Still a whisper on my lips..." These off hours are still blooming -- though it's back-to-work tomorrow. Free now. Shade and light, moving slowly across the landscape. Not thinking about the time. Thinking about the time. Saturday's curve.
