“Welcome to the machine
You are the machine
The mechanisms of all you spite
Pity and despise
Are within you
And it is your human soul
That feeds them blithely” *
…and the machine can be reprogrammed… reorchestrated. The soul has fallen with the death of God,
and the collapse of the free market has taken with it the free spirit, however
it is your abyss, your silence, your science… a primordial humanity… that must
rewire the machine to be rather that which is loved, to be that which is
beauty, sublime.
Alas, there is no more soul to offer a sleight of hand, and
there is no more spirit to feed. So let
us redirect the instinct that has led to our corporate death, in order that we
might resurrect the soul of time immaculate, God’s fatal preconception.
And without further adieu, you out there, please speak in
lieu of translation, as I can always understand your language in your
listening… and your (piece/peace) of time in your aria (anew/à nous).
Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com
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