Gravity’s Rainbow

Go ahead, capitalize the T on technology, deify it if it’ll make you feel less responsible — but it puts you in with the neutered, brother, in with the eunuchs keeping the harem of our stolen Earth for the numb and joyless hardons of human sultans, human elite with no right at all to be where they are.
–Thomas Pynchon

exerpt//song of myself

All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses,
And to die is different from what any one supposed, and
luckier.

 

LII
The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains
of my gab and my loitering.

I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.

The last scud of day holds back for me,
It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow’d wilds,
It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.

I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun,
I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.

You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.

Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
Missing me one place search another,
I stop somewhere waiting for you.
–Walt Whitman

on being vegetarian

There is no point, it’s inexplicable and without discernible cause or motivation. That’s how it is. I used to have causes; today I do it for no reason whatsoever and I have no defense of it that would hold water for five minutes, much less make me seem less than daft. Perhaps I’m just waging a noble, futile battle against cause and effect with my only weapons being extravagant absurdity and grandiose naïvety. Well then, the cause is to defeat cause and effect, right? No, the battle is futile and I acknowledge it. So it’s just for romantic reasons, right? No, it’s just a thing I do that makes other people think I’m an idiot, and I don’t even appreciate it. So there you have it.

ǝuʇɹodʎ

Why does an infinitely small corner of the universe have reverse entropy? Everything is normally in a state of perpetual decay but here lives a single species which is constantly trying to improve and better their conditions. I just don’t understand why anything exists. Why can’t we accept our futile nature and stop procreating to die out? The end result will still be null over a long enough time line, anyway.

Ethnography

The more you learn, the more you realize that all people are the same. “Knowing yourself” isn’t just knowing what you want or who you are or what your purpose in life is. It largely comes down to knowing that there is no “you”.