Consummation Proclamation

Then man was made, so man could create machines. Are machines the greatest egocentrism of mankind. Are we a race that's been smart enough to create something like ourselves, so we don't have to continue doing things we should be doing? Is there another level above machines to reach?

Combative new strains of viruses, and skin eating bacteria. While rare, it seems as though life is constantly fighting itself. Is that the nature of life? Just a constant struggle to maintain it? If so, what is the benefit? What is it all for, and what is it we are meant to find out? Wouldn't it be cruel if it was a simple as what it is. Such great knowledge, and the beauty of life, for the simple fact of just being? We feel we're better than that.

I know my last post my have seemed a little humanly racial, but it is the good that's naturally inside humans that makes me wonder for the next day, while the ignorance (including myself) at times makes me long for the train wreck in the morning. Why? Why are we making more of ourselves with no idea what we're building for? It feels natural, and good. While the sheer number of individuals makes it hard for the social construct to keep order. It's like the warden living in the nut house. Trying to keep order while living amongst the wolves. It would be nice if good prevailed more often, and people just tried to do good things. But human nature isn't built like that.

I was consummated during a rare snowy evening, in the fall chill of October 1977. And the machine continues to hum.