On motivation
..So many of us now are spending time searching for something great of trying to be something great. We feel unfulfilled whe we don't achieve what we see as something purposeful. We buy things to assuage this feeling and to assure others that we are what we want to be, almost like children screaming "I am it!". We buy signs that scream 'I am a success' at the top of their lungs. We even have a commonly understood semiological language that assigns gradations of value to these signs, and we all are fluent. For example, a BMW means success, and a Ferrari or Bentley means great success. This is all because of the hero-myth-making lunatics we have teaching history in our schools. I mean, they have propagated myths such as that of George Washington. He didn't chop down any cherry tree, and he sure-as-shit lied alot. How can we live up to standards that never existed to start with. Take as another example, say I was about to publish the love letters of Harriet Tubman to a married man. I would be accused of trying to destroy the image of an icon. (Keep in mind that this paradigm is completely fictional) Yet how could I be tarnishing her image by publishing these letters she actualy wrote, unless the image itself was unreal?
On reproduction..
Sure I bitch alot about the human race multiplying, and that is for two reasons. One, that the hotel is running out of vacancies, and the A/C is already overheating. Travelers, our car can only take so many passenges, and the more gas we burn, the less we have. The second reason is because of our reproductive values. What do I mean by that? I mean that there are women breaking into Brad Pitt's home and lining up at Marilyn Manson's home, yet noone is begging for Stephen Hawking's sperm. We are at the height of human invention, standing on the shoulders of Einstien, yet we are destroying ourselves in so many ways. Answer me this one question: Would you rather have the child who was to become the first global leader, a head of all nations, would you rather have your child invent a real propusion system for space travel ( I mean combustion how lame and archaic is that?) --or--would you rather have a child who inherited Daddy Pitt's 'rock-hard abs' or Mommy Manson's ability to dress to repell? I am sure the answer seems obvious in that context, yet look at what choices we are really making. Our women would rather lay with Adonis than the blind poet who immortalized the heroes. We are doomed.
