If we are not going to colonize space then the industrial revolution and technology, in general, was a waste. We evolved to be a nomadic species. Wanderlust is built in. Now it is practically illegal. The malaise we feel is our inherent desire to see what is beyond the next horizon, thwarted forever.
Our purpose is to be fruitful and multiply. We have to deny that directive too. The fruit bin is full. (We used to have an outlet for excess males. They sailed the oceans blue, they fought the barbarians at the door. They are bred for high adventure, (now you see why they live in vidya). Prehistoric man always was looking to the stars. It now hurts to look up at night, so we hide in the basement and look at electrons disguised as the heavens.
The drive to build was the drive to leave an inheritance for our offspring. Now we don't have offspring, what we build is ugly and disposable.
Humans lived in 2 room cottages with livestock and 13 kids. We live now in thirteen room houses with no kids and some exotic animals we call "baby"
We know its wrong
(but what can you dooooo ooo
we're on a plain)
(flatline boop boop b00000p)
I can complain...
Which way do we go, do we expend the energy, ball up and spring up, or do we sit up top til the foundation crumbles, or do we jump off the cliff.
The eternal question.
For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?
Our sons and daughters have lost their souls, their drive, their raison d'etre, their joie de vivre.
It hurts so bad deep in their very soul, and they medicate it away
The internet gave us new frontiers of knowledge and communication, yes. Yet, even that will be gone soon. You know this. Those of us that have that escape, at least, will be denied.
Our shackles were wrought
with gold and diamonds
and we put them on gladly
What does it profit a man to gain the new iPhone 15a if he can only look at the allowed content?
What is the point of an empty mansion?
Why do tame feral animals and feed them?
What happens to them when you do?
They sicken, they become listless, they die for lack of freedom.
Man is the most feral of all the animals in his very soul. We are advancing medicines and technology to cure illness to live longer in captivity.
One could call this cruel.
Oh, give me land, lots of land, under starry skies above
Don't fence me in
Let me ride through that wide open country that I love
Don't fence me.
We need to boldly go. It is killing us to not. We are languishing.
Man's nature is to dominate.
Woman's is to procreate.
We are denying our natures while clamoring about free expression.
You can only deny yourself for so long until madness takes over
Woman, your soul longs to bring forth, to nurse, to care. It is what drives your primordial self
(yes there are anomalies and outliers, accept them, but don't change the species to cater to them/us?)
Our art is the art of the dead, or sterile, rather. Why create beauty for the future generations we don't plan to have.
We build things for ourselves, not for our posterity.
This is the expression of a barren soul.
This is what he wanted for posterity. This is what a museum puts up as a fine example of modern art.
Though I guess you can say it did, indeed, speak to me.
The same way a maggot crawling upon a dying loved one would speak to me
We are extending our lives and killing our offspring. This is unnatural and our souls know it. Selfish acts leave scars for generations.
Why paint beauty when you can take a picture?
Why make yarn when you can buy it?
Why make anything when there are machines?
Butlerian Jihad WHEN?
Or use those tools to expose us to new wonders, to new mortalities.
A photograph is just a medium the same as marble. It is a tool. The artist makes it sing. Not all sculpture is art nor are all photos.
(granted number two is derivative, tho so is everything)
There is beauty in both. There is a soul.
In Rama was there a voice heard,
and great mourning,
Rachel weeping for her children,
and would not be comforted,
because they are not.
The endless fate of woman.
But so much better to have begotten loved, and lost.
Then to have never, ever. An empty house with snapshots of beauty is better than an empty house with baren walls.
Kipling understood this, so of course, he must be banned.
"She who faces Death by torture for each life beneath her breast
May not deal in doubt or pity—must not swerve for fact or jest. "
Both mother's pain is the same. Their sons, their salvation, their Reason - dead.
Mothers, are you weeping? your sons are dying.
our brains need resistance, as our bones and muscles do. In space, you must exercise the body more due to lack of resistance.
We need the challenge or we perish.