the element of surprise

we watch things. say movies or events unfold and though we may get news late or view what we already may know we always insist on not knowing the ending. we say "don't ruin the end for me." somehow not knowing the end gives us a comfort that there is always something new to be discovered, which grows from our amazing propensity for the novelty. as a friend once said desire is infinite.

for the new human, with only finiteness, it is interesting that infinite variation appeals to us. for many people the familiar, no matter how ghastly it can be is much preferred to some unknown panacea. knowing what you know is more comforting than knowing what you do not know. now that is sufficient for those situations whereof familiarity is sedentary, but in situations of unfamiliarity; the presentment of novelty and infinite desire is all the more; not knowing the ending is too remain aloof to the terminable.

when the party is over or the game is done, who resists the feeling of wistfulness. pining for a unique unknown at the moment it becomes known. seeing it like a trinket in your favourite hobby store. one among many to be coveted.

we all shop in the store. everyone has a store, where the selection is so tantalising as to make the bowels loosen. regardless of the the type of store it is, as long as it contains items for longing, it is to be called a store. some people say store house; some say meat market or bar or brothel; maybe scrap booking supplies and fly fishing, others may say warehouse; but macro-cosmically it is the holding place of our desires. the store is a terminus for us to pine away for the shield against death. the new, the novel. again the toroid. this is indeed our purpose. to power chain molecules until at such times we are not able to, in which case a system failure causes termination. or more precisely expiration.

it is at the moment of expiration that the surprise ceases.

when the element of surprise is eviscerated, then we are not.

the first day of tomorrow

this first day which is actually just another day any other day, and it is time to face some facts. it is also inronic that i was able to see an inconvenient truth last night, engaging.

the other inconvenient truth though is the human race's inability to forstall disaster and mitigaste risk with any sort of logic. people are ultimately stupid and only see just what is in front of them and nothing else. witness the rise of the ridiculuousness we call the american dream. the infantile nature of popular R&B and hip hop culture. come on folks there is more to this then pussy and cock. by the way it is also fruitless to appeal in such a manner.

the cold hard facts will suffice.

we will all suffer disastrous consequences of incredible severity and billions of poeple will die in the process. we currently do not have the means to spread our filth off the planet, so we will end up sleeping in our own shit and ultimately dying in it as well.

the toroids of this planet can feel safe knowing that the fucking hole is filled. that it is filled with your own shit should also comfort you.

keep sucking and soon you won't have to worry about your fear of death. it will face you inevitably and you will cease and return to the crack of the nothing.

appeals to reason will only fail and prove fruitless mr gore. our history has demonstrated again and again that only when we begin to die in massive numbers that we try to rectify a situation. maybe when this happens it wont be too late, but until then we can also kiss the earth good bye. how to reach the man past his own nose. you can't. and he (the human race) deserves his misery and suffering because of it.