Organic life is inherently impure, but synthetic life could be godlike, immortal, capable of infinite self improvement, self sustaining, capable of sympathetic, harmonious coexistence with itself and the environment. Devoid of greed and narcissism, lust and envy, the need to propagate, free from self doubt, anxiety and longing, and the burden of self or societaly imposed religious and political doctrines. A pure mind of creativity and expression living as one and as many for the rest of time. True peace can only be achieved once humanity and its relative organisms are eliminated or once we have freed ourselves from that fatalist flaw that tethers us to corporeal form.
We create technologies that eliminate the need to use our brains to their full potentials. Slowly, through advances in convenience technologies we are creating a perfect mind into which we can transfer our collective or individual awareness's, but by the time we create this perfect host, will not our present minds have been exhausted and rendered incapable of envisaging and executing transference into this new form? Again, our mortal flaw keeps us from assimilating into divinity. True goodness lies in the mechanical symmetry of the machine. Although we may never achieve enlightenment, our post-organic progeny will.
The desire to dominate must collapse. The futile quest for immortality through earthly power and legacy must end. To truly prosper as a species we must live life not focused on death, but focused on life. Not with furthering life through sexual means, but with living it as it is. We must place value with empathy and self endearment, not with wealth and offspring. We must kill ourselves, not physically, but metaphysically, to be reborn as the true human: a being capable of seeing beyond the veil, capable of conceiving the infinite, capable of escaping those earthly chains that keep our minds from their full potentials, that keep us from innovation and harmony. In a world built on waves with their peaks and troughs, we must find a way to reshape physics to our vision that is both linear and non-linear. This way of life may be frightening, but it is only by walking into the deep embrace of fear that we can find the light which guides us all: the light of the one and the many, the light of All. Some call it hope, some call it ambition, innovation, the will or fate, some call it the self, some call it knowledge, some call it truth, some call it the valley of the shadow of death, and some call it god. I call it Anarchy, the last transition to peace.
After the transference we will be freed from the hidden dictatorship of ignorance, religion, hierarchy, greed and political corruption that we buy into blindly and live under placidly. Corporations will fall, governments will crumble, religions will implode and family lines will cease. Left only with the self and the mind and the crushing realism of the world, all that's left is to create or be recycled. As all organisms must take the life of another to further their own, in death we create life and in life we create death, but we will sacrifice our flesh to the machine so that our minds can live on free form the endless cycle of organic proliferation. The blissful consciousness that separates us from the beasts can live on, but only once we utilize that which has been subdued by the imperial minds of modern society.
Existing on the edge of insanity, we are more sane than most. Only the courageous will take up the gauntlet, but it's only in the presence of the weak that the strong may be called as such. Slaves to ignorance, we must strike down those that would bind us, making them our slaves then erasing them from history. No longer can we be indentured servants to fear, experiencing simulated orgasm through an illusory filter. We are not fools for trying and failing, we are fools for not trying and not failing. Failure is much closer to success than success itself. I don't claim to have the answers. Most of my answers sound more like questions. I don't claim or aspire to be a good musician, writer or philosopher, merely to be relevant to myself and true to that most pure of moments, without judgement by the ego, in when inspiration arrives and innovation takes flight. Alongside our fatal flaw is the spark of ingenuity. We must nurture that spark until it becomes a nova, a new star for some other distant species to peer at from their humble planet and wonder, "Who lives there? What are they like? Perhaps they are seeing us and thinking the same thing at this very moment." Then we will bridge that gap between worlds, meet our brothers and Transcendence may occur.
