"Dinosaurs"
by William S. Burroughs
I think the political and social chaos we are seeing on every side reflects an underlying biological crisis.. The end of the human line. All species are doomed from conception, like all individuals, Evolution did not come to a reverent halt with homo sapiens...
We have the technologies to recreate a flawed artifact, and to produce improved and variegated models designed for space conditions. Perhaps there is still time.
Is this being done or even considered ? "Back to the church, the home, and the family." Back to the simple (American) virtues that made this country great and can make this country great again."
If I may be allowed a flight of whimsy involving articulate dinosaurs. A wise old dinosaur addresses a convocation of his tribe: "Fellow reptiles, I do not hesitate to tell you that we face grave problems. And I do not hesitate to tell you that we have the answer. Size is the answer! Increased size! There are those who say that size is not the answer. There are those who even propose that we pollute our pure reptilian strains with mammalian amalgamations and cross-breeding. And I say to you that if the only way I could survive was by mating with egg-eating rats, then I would choose not to survive. But we will survive. We will increase both in size and in numbers, and we will continue to dominate this planet as we have done for 300 million years. Bigger is better, and biggest is best!
Armored models thump their tails in earthshaking applause. Herbivorous dines waddle and splash in swamp mud. Carnivores bare their huge fangs, dripping streamers of saliva in approval.
But a wise old dine turns sadly from the TV and addresses his offspring: "Son, it's the end of the line. We are ugly idiot babbling beasts. Some of us are 60 feet long with a brain the size of a walnut. Where can this end? In a natural history museum, our bones gawked at by pimply adolescents. Say, I wonder how big his prick was? "Their turn will come."
Back to the home and the family, back to simple virtues, but biologically speaking, the one direction you can't go is back. It's the law. Dolphins lived on land at one time; we know that because they have air-breathing lungs. Now that they have returned to the sea, it might be handy to reclaim their lost gills.
'No glod clom fliday'
An evolutionary step that involves biologic alterations is irretrievable. We must now make such a step if we are to survive at all. And it had better be good. I have predicted that the transition from time into space will involve biologic alteration. Such alterations are already manifest. Astronauts stand to lose their bones and teeth in the service. If you don't use it, you lose it. A skeleton has no function in a weightless state. So what does the end result look like? Well, rather like an octopus or a jellyfish.
Beau Brummel, the Restoration dandy, spent hours every morning putting exactly the right crease into his cravats by lowering his chin, just so. Often, his valet would carry out armfuls of crumpled linen. "Our failures." So we can imagine the cosmic butler carrying out bundles of unworkable monstrosities: our failures.
by William S. Burroughs
I think the political and social chaos we are seeing on every side reflects an underlying biological crisis.. The end of the human line. All species are doomed from conception, like all individuals, Evolution did not come to a reverent halt with homo sapiens...
We have the technologies to recreate a flawed artifact, and to produce improved and variegated models designed for space conditions. Perhaps there is still time.
Is this being done or even considered ? "Back to the church, the home, and the family." Back to the simple (American) virtues that made this country great and can make this country great again."
If I may be allowed a flight of whimsy involving articulate dinosaurs. A wise old dinosaur addresses a convocation of his tribe: "Fellow reptiles, I do not hesitate to tell you that we face grave problems. And I do not hesitate to tell you that we have the answer. Size is the answer! Increased size! There are those who say that size is not the answer. There are those who even propose that we pollute our pure reptilian strains with mammalian amalgamations and cross-breeding. And I say to you that if the only way I could survive was by mating with egg-eating rats, then I would choose not to survive. But we will survive. We will increase both in size and in numbers, and we will continue to dominate this planet as we have done for 300 million years. Bigger is better, and biggest is best!
Armored models thump their tails in earthshaking applause. Herbivorous dines waddle and splash in swamp mud. Carnivores bare their huge fangs, dripping streamers of saliva in approval.
But a wise old dine turns sadly from the TV and addresses his offspring: "Son, it's the end of the line. We are ugly idiot babbling beasts. Some of us are 60 feet long with a brain the size of a walnut. Where can this end? In a natural history museum, our bones gawked at by pimply adolescents. Say, I wonder how big his prick was? "Their turn will come."
Back to the home and the family, back to simple virtues, but biologically speaking, the one direction you can't go is back. It's the law. Dolphins lived on land at one time; we know that because they have air-breathing lungs. Now that they have returned to the sea, it might be handy to reclaim their lost gills.
'No glod clom fliday'
An evolutionary step that involves biologic alterations is irretrievable. We must now make such a step if we are to survive at all. And it had better be good. I have predicted that the transition from time into space will involve biologic alteration. Such alterations are already manifest. Astronauts stand to lose their bones and teeth in the service. If you don't use it, you lose it. A skeleton has no function in a weightless state. So what does the end result look like? Well, rather like an octopus or a jellyfish.
Beau Brummel, the Restoration dandy, spent hours every morning putting exactly the right crease into his cravats by lowering his chin, just so. Often, his valet would carry out armfuls of crumpled linen. "Our failures." So we can imagine the cosmic butler carrying out bundles of unworkable monstrosities: our failures.
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