Earthbound, whether we want to be or not.

A drunken, demented choir follows me wherever I go. Wine soaked putti. Babies screaming themselves alive all over this world. Life is a savage and graceful affair. You can't help but laugh at that.

Is seeking succour in the works of others a way to not have to think on one's own? Taking all the pleasure in absorption without transmitting in response. Crossing river after river in the conversation, knowing full well that the ocean looms beyond. The totality of all experience so overwhelms us that we seek to atomise it and adapt a nomenclature for it. Once this has been done,we navigate by our own compass, sometimes asking for directions.

Strings and stings of interconnectedness make the brutality and the succinct nature of things most palpable. Perhaps for the first time we can say that what humanity has really been working towards is the Omega level civilisation. In other words, a society in which the very fabric of time and space is controlled. Think about religious politics. Ask yourselves why they were separated in the first place. A location in which the costs of theocracy are spectacularly bloody. Holy wars are the most violent of wars. A crusade must affirm itself at every moment. It feeds, like most human things, on the blood itself. The sacrifice.

Religion is like layers and layers of frescoes on buildings--removing the tesserae we discover the building itself. Every fresco is of similar substance, only the content of the images transforms slowly over time.