Cooked Meat

Why is my cat Pisi saying

when she follows me around,

              miaowing,

even after she has eaten?

Is she asking me to feed her again?

I beg to differ; she's actually asking me to feed

myself.  She is, after all,

domesticated.  And

in the cat world, "domesticated" means

to prefer ones meat

cooked,

especially over an open fire.

Because that's how it was cooked

aeons ago when

the first brave feline took the step -- 

or should I say,

the first hungry feline took that step 

into that huddle of men,

that circle of fire,

and chose to not attack

but rather accepted

                                          the rules, and in accepting

                             the rules, received

Cooked Meat.  

Cooked Meat? the first brave cat or two meowed

and then ate some more

and liked it.

And once into cooked

meat, there was no

turning back.

My cat, Pisi, might I note, is a 

frontier cat, a border 

cat,

not content with mice 

or just one street corner.

That's why she's with me.

Now, that primitive connoisseur cat invited other cats

like itself to dine with her, and gradually,

they all joined the human coterie,

and in joining

-- and surviving -- 

developed an innate sense memory to find

Cooked Meat.  Smell

sense and sound sense and 

sight sense and sixth sense, the cat 

knows the meat is cooking and awaits

its arrival, patiently.  Obediently.  After

a few generations, the cats become

programmed to believe that

Cooked Meat is the only ticket

to survival.  So

my meowing evening cat, following me

from every task to every task except 

cooking meat, is not demanding more

cat food, but rather expects that since I give her

meat even when she doesn't ask for

Meat, she'd much prefer I just

Cook Meat.   Cook Meat! is what she says, not

"cat food."  She wants

Cooked Meat.  And once I

Cook Meat, and Share Meat,

she is replete, and if I'm 

good, she might even let me

pet her,

brush her,

tame her.

My cat Pisi, plucked early in life

from Ankara's cat-killing streets,

learned fast.  Domestication appealed

when she knew the wild would 

turn her into

Raw Meat.  So she said, pass the

Cooked Meat, and keep it coming!  And she has traveled for miles

with me because I give it

to her,

even when she doesn't ask.

The domestic cat, like any

domesticated creature

requires consistency.  She

wants the meat everyday,  or else

she'll eat your ankle.

Take heed:

FEED

the cats

( ebaumsworld )

We create . . . we destroy. . . . we

create we . . . . destroy we. . . . . .

. . .recreate. . . . . to . . . . . . . . . .re

destroy to . . . . . . . . . . . .  recreate

to destroy . . . . . . . . .  . . . . . we re 

create to . . . . . .  . . . . . .destroy we

recreate to . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  de

cimate to . . . . . . . . . . . .recreate . . .

we de . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .cimate to

evolve

( wikipedia - supernova )

NASA - The Frontier Is Everywhere: a re-vision of NASA and human evolution by a You Tube User!

A very hopeful vision of the future

and of NASA,

by YouTube user

damewse

(with thanks to Dangerous Minds for posting)

Listen To The Children: A Channelling

*

Listen to the Children

My nephew               

           is 3

                        and

his mother is Greek.

My nephew

      is

              Greek.

My mother

      is

                   not.

She lives

    in

            Ohio.

And she doesn't know what

my peaceful,

placid,

artistic brother -

her son -

and father to my Greek nephew

is going to do

about his strongwilled,

mother-loving                            

son,

                        who is more Greek than American.

My mother's fear

        is that my brother

and sister-      

in-law   

will decide

that the best place to be 

                   is Greece.

Greece was built

for my nephew,  

                and

my nephew built

for Greece.          

(photo by Makropoulos)

 

But it is likely

our families

will partake in

a miserable,

soul destroying

tug-of-war           

over where

my brother, his wife, & their son

who is Greek

will live,

over how                   

that threesome

should negotiate

two mothers on two

continents.

So my nephew will be

a very unhappy boy

in a very unhappy family

in the 

United States of America.

* *

I really believe

that our children

at the instant they step

screamingly into

               life on earth,

know

what they need

to be the best

they can be.

The quality of their scream

                            echos

the urgency with which

their needs need

to be met.

Listen to their screams;

listen

to the patterns of their early

                         inclinations

and follow them;

do not ask them

to follow you.

If you do,

you'll have disaster

 or                              

you'll have life as we now know it.

* * *

Our children are

our evolution; they

are our better selves --

If we listen

to them closely

at the instant of their births,

we will hear

the nature

of the evolutionary step

that we are challeneged 

to accomplish in this lifetime.

Our children are our guides.

Many of us are dumb and deaf

to their demands

and we instead force the child

into our demands,

because the challenge of arising

to the nature of their 

call                                 

is so massive,

so               far

outside who we are at that moment

when we first meet them.

A parent's job

is to guide

the child,

using the rudder provided 

by our collective ethical history of life on earth,

but 

a parent's job

is also to yield

to the powerful calling

of his/her young:

to take all the steps necessary 

to make the child

the person she or he

was born to be.

That's a huge responsibility,

and it is

responsibility

at its utmost.

4.

listen to the children!!

even if they say:

                 I am Greek,

and you

                 are Turkish.

Move to Greece,

and learn to love

                 the Greeks.

You Can!

Love Them!!

And in loving them,

you will find

the salvation that you need:

Listen to the Children!!! 

Betweenness (an augmented channelling)

*

( archeology )

This writing that I write

right now

on this thin

textured sheet

of 

woven silence

will be the drawings

at Lascaux

for the future;

it is

the etchings of the earliest

writing, carved

so indelibly

on caves and stones -

this

writing,

the caveman writing,

in an existence of pure

thought, pure,

brain.

~ ~ ~ ~

words will surround you then

just surround yourselves

with words.  This is what

the future will be.

We

won't need food, we'll

only need

words--

the discourse of pure

mind, 

pure thought

( kingashoka )

oh it hurts                 

                       oh it hurts

the insane and the brilliant

      of the previous

ages are those

who press the mind

to its limit--

~ ~ ~

no no now you can't stop

that glorious state

of inbetweenness

gözlerım kapalı                       

I'd like to do it

in a different way

                                               gözlerım kapalı 

there's a bird singing

singingsinging

we will do it =

will live binationally

in a different way

how?

By living in the states of betweenness

( leydesdorff )

! ! !

Betweeners are

the stage of humans

who can negotiate

multiplicity.

Betweeners

are 

Biracial

Bisocial
Bilingual

Bisexual

Bipeds

sometimes, oftentimes

Bifacial

(have you ever seen

a Bifacial?

a person who seems 

to be two

people at once?

One of their profiles

will be 

vaguely but significantly

different

from the other, and

depending on their mood

they can be

stunningly beautiful

or

shockingly homely.)

Bifacials are

the forerunners,

the mutants who mark

the beginning of

the next stage of 

the evolution

of humanity.

They are a physical

manifestation

of the step

on the ladder towards

Absolute Betweenness.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

you can negotiate bisexuality,

by the way,

if you acknowledge

the bisexuality 

of yourself

                                 i never could do that

                        to tell the truth,

            because

                    it would take

                                a pretty pretty chick

                        to make me go

               that way

          like

                                         a chick who looks like me

                             ten years younger.

       but

                                       that's beside the point. 

as is this:

Why Yavuz Bingol's voice is perfect:

there is a tone to his voice,

as there is some other voices

that,

can pull a complicit mind

into a state

of perfection, a moment

of being in

a place 

of betweennness,

between

the purely physical and the purely mental (aka: spiritual)

When you're a betweenner

living in the place of the physical

it hurts

oh it hurts

But some voices can bring you

to the mental place

you need to be

to be.

Likewise,

there are some geographical places

of betweenness,

and if a betweener visits
or lives in

those places,

well,

they couldn't be happier.

The Scholar: A Channelling

. . . . and so it begins

the horrendous roller coaster 

treadmill of the academic

year

Some people think college professors

have it made,

but honestly

these days

that isn't true.

( Shelah )

Of course, there are those 

tenured faculty, who

admired what appeared to be the easy life

of their 

English Professor,

in the 1970's,

and perhaps it was 

easy

in its way.

But like a child who admires his father's

authority,

the students who envisions and envies

his professor's 

solitary ease,

imitates it, and 

imitates it with exaggeration.

After all, the child doesn't see the work

that goes into 

apparent ease.

So, yes, there are

professors today

who are very, very

lazy, and then

there are those who do

their jobs, which means

when September hits, so too does their

4-4 or 5-5

teaching load

hit

the fan and splatter

and so begins. . . 

the meetings and the committees and

the papers and the

                  Task Forces

designed by administrators

with literature Ph.D.s 

who are either more cunning

or more beguiling

or more corrupt

than the menial faculty.

And the duties they design

so urgently 

will become passe

when they move away

in a year or two

to a seaside experimental College

not too far from Berkeley.

( Bowman )

Yes, so it begins,

and I 

a faculty 

member

spawned by hardworking mentors

begin my struggle:

my mind gets cluttered

with a multitude of tasks

designed to appeal

to my well-meaninged

intentions,

designed to quell my cantankarous

ruminations.

All week long I trudge

from day to day 

from paper, to paper,

pursuing these days

when my brain, so full

of mutterings

can spill

on this miserable page.

With a little help

from my friends, I squeeze

the chatter 

into oblivion, for a time

when time gallops

forward, and so does

my pen, just barely

fast enough

to capture the moaning voices

of captives in my head

my head

the cave

the cave

where perhaps exists a

universe just like

the one we live in,

and the great mind 

that fashions the wheel

that spins around a glowing

center in this world

is mine.  And somewhere

on a planet circling that star

in my mind

                                         lives me, struggling to see

                                 the meaning of it all.

The savior of the world

in my own mind is me,

and if I can just be true

to me

everything will be all right.

 - - - ) ) ) ( ( ( - - -

This is where the current 

academy

comes in:

it is designed to detain

the minds of men

and women

from themselves.

It was designed by men

living inside their own heads

100 years or so

ago,

and it worked for awhile,

But not anymore, as the 

master brain evolves to meet

the God-Brain,

the ways of that mind

that Old old mind

will no longer fit the bill.

Jesus will come as the scholar

in the 4 days of the grid,

in the

Age of the Grid

at the exact

point of juncture

where & when

women &  men

realize

The Messiah is the mind that

unites us,

the point

of agreement

and acceptance

and forgiveness.

It's so easy

that it's hard, the hardest

thing in the world

to do.

( spanblog )

Most people would just

laugh

and say:

it's the stupidest

most asinine

idea, and no way

could it happen:

what could happen:

humans would advance to the point

where they could all

we could all 

just look each other

in the eye

and just

stop

fighting

              just

stop

demanding

notoreity

or equality,

because

If we all stopped fighting,

stopped hating,

started communicating

we'd all be equal.

That's right:

suddenly,

we would all

be

equal.

Jesus will come as the Scholar

in the 4 Days of the Grid:

in earlier entries

I've contemplated

who Jesus was

       or is,

and mostly,

what the Grid is,

but have I spoken of the scholar?

The scholar is the greatest

any man can be,

recognizing that scholar

-ship

means reaching the highest

intellectual potential

one can reach

on the subject that one

is born to be best at;

therefore;

one can be a scholar

in their taxi, or a

scholar delivering mail,

or a scholar

teaching infants,

or a scholar

in jail.

 Just as long as the mind

that God gave you,

that absolute 

 organ

made in His likeness,

just as long as you are true

to its greatest potential,

you, too,

                are part of

Jesus rising. 

- - - ( ( ( ) ) ) - - -

Jesus will come again

as the Scholar

to the scholars

when the 4 points unite:

the East

the West

the North

the South

at the moment of the juncture

when the eye of God

gazes directly

at the mind of Man

through the only aperture

in the heavens

that makes this possible:

by the way,

it's a mirror

in the mind

of God:

that's the ticket,

that's the 2-way street,

the moment of Reflective Practice

when God reflects 

on himself:

and when he does, we

are the image he sees:

We happy Three

We Trinity.

( lovezanedale )

Is this a joke?

Is this a drug induced

harangue?

Or is it

a channelling,

a message

from the galaxy

inside of me

that is really

my point of entry to

the entirety

of the almighty.

Don't think too hard.

Just ride that trai

and if you fall off,

don't fret

there's always another.

But if you're wondering the date and time

of this miraculous

mirror gazing:

it would be

some time in the 12th month

of the year

2012.

Some Current News That Coincides With My Recent Channelings and Articles

( hoaxslayer )

I really want to thank

anyone 

who follows this blog

with any 

regularity.

I know it's damned hard work.

What's even harder,

is this:

Working a regular job

while this stuff

keeps pouring through.

Some of my entries are pure channelling,

some is pure

intellectual work

done by my poor

feeble mind

as it puts together the pieces

I've been studying 

for a very, very long time.

If you follow the logic that I am channeling,

I mean:

seriously channeling,

then I'm also recognizing texts

done by previous channelers.

I'm putting together

a huge 

puzzle.

You must be patient.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

In the meantime,

check out these recent newstories

that bring some 

interresting correlations

when read along side my recent

more intellectual

entries

E. O Wilson Provides A Theory Of Social Evolution

(wired.com)

Space Squid Takes Sci-Fi Back to Clay-Tablet Age

Read More http://www.wired.com/underwire/2010/08/space-squid-clay-tablets/#ixzz0xwqqcUde

And two that are not directly related,

but

I just like it because I see

an indirect relation

to other stuff I wrote in the last six months:

Maps: How Mankind Remade Nature

Wired Science

Weird Oblong Crater Deepens Mars Mystery

Wired Science

(I'll probably have more to say about that last one.  looks a bit like a skin disorder,

doesn't it?)

The Logic of The Language of the Mind of Human-Kind, Part Three

(from the Church of Panyia tis Skripous near Orchomenos, Greece

photo by me )

1.

With regards to the NPR broadcast about symbolic thought (see link a couple entries below),

a friend said this to me:

"I thought just thinking is symbolic thought!"

Quite frankly, it is, if thinking involves taking something unsaid

and making it said.

Think about it this way:

our brain is just a murky cauldron of impulses

and frequencies,

and in that sense it is a bit like the universe itself.

Once we suffer the desire

to articulate some little part of that murk,

and once we produce a 

receptacle - any kind of receptacle -

to contain the meaning we intend to convey,

we are entering the realm of symbolic representation.

Thus,

1. a ring or a bead is a receptacle to symbolize our union

and promise to another person

2. a cross is a receptacle to represent a certain branch

of religious belief

3.  painting a wall blue is an attempt to symbolize -

and hopefully produce - calm.

4.  wearing a John Lennon t-shirt signifies one's alliance to what

he has come to represent.

5.  a sigh, too, can be significant, if uttered

in the presence of others, with the intent

that it be heard

6. words, like these words I write to you,

contain a vast number of impulses

that my sad poor brain 

feels a need to articulate

7. something like a stop sign is a complex

symbolic representation, as it combines a shape 

(that shape alone has come to signify Stop!);

a color, red, which suggests urgency;

and a word.

The most challenging form of symbolic representation is words, because

words assign physical sounds,

and arrange those sounds in a number of ways, to

signify specific concepts.  Those concepts

can be either 

concrete or abstract--

table what I write upon, is concrete--

love what I feel for you, is abstract

If you think in words, then thought is symbolic representation.

But it's a higher order of symbol than a bead.

By higher order, I mean, 

more evolved.

(babypicturesphotos)

2.

The question I think is fascinating,

and the question broached by that NPR piece,

is

at what point did the human animal begin

to assign various combinations

of sounds and intonations

to both concrete and abstract concepts?

Furthermore,

at what point and how

did we begin to represent those physical utterances

as symbols - ie: in writing?

I can imagine

as with some animals and human babies,

the first attempt to produce

sound with discrete meaning

is probably the isolated sound

"ma."

(For how many cultures does some form of "ma" mean mother?)

As has been said

by Freud, Lacan,

and countless other scholars,

the beginning of language

is desire.

But there's something 

more subtle and significant than that,

where language is concerned.

Yes,

DESIRE is the 

beginning

of everything,

period.  Desire

for another, 

for the act of coupling

for the act of transcending 

our isolated bodies, 

and the byproduct

often

whether planned or not

is another,

a new, single entity.

For the first year or so 

that baby human is no more than

the human animal.

She has human needs and desires

linked to survival and satisfying

her body's needs,

and those needs are continually fulfilled,

usually

by 

ma.

True, the baby does not start saying "ma" right away.

It screams,

as an animal screams.

At the beginning of life,

the baby human animal is convinced 

that he and ma are

one entity, and 

if ma's not there,

there's something wrong in 

babyland.

The baby begins to suspect pretty early

it might be alone,

and it screams.

It screams for the sake of survival,

though ironically

in much of the animal world,

a screaming abandoned baby

often expedites its own death.

Anyway --

The point at which the baby decides to just say

"ma",

indeed,

the point at which the baby 

decides to start imitating the sounds

made by its parents

coincides with the moment at which

the baby becomes resigned

to the idea of being alone,

of being an entity separate from its mom.

Lacan calls this the Mirror Stage,

the moment at which the baby looks in the mirror

and recognizes itself as a complete being,

and at that point the baby begins

its excursion into symbolic representation,

and socialization.

As Ferdinand de Saussure said,

the symbol represents anything that is not present;

it stands in the place of that which is

missing,

lost,

yet to be found.

When the mom is missing,

you say "mom."

When your cat is missing,

you post a sign on a telephone pole.

When you sense in your gut that

there's something greater than you,

but you haven't seen it,

you say "God."

The question becomes,

when we move this theory and equation 

into the history of humanity,

at what point did the human species

evolve from the screaming, impulsive animal 

it probably was

to creatures that developed a complex system of representing thought?

(tvrecappers)

I would say it came at about the same time someone ate an apple.

Very shortly after the moment of eating an apple,

the first signifying act produced by humans

recorded in written human history occurred:

it was a leaf on the genitals,

an attempt to hide the fact

that those two naughty kids  could suddenly see

that each of them were 

single,

alone,

and different

Up to that point, they thought they were 

one and the same,

with each other and with God.

If you really want to go far with this,

perhaps

the story of Adam and Eve is an allegory,

but a fairly realistic one, at that,

that tells us 

the story of evolution

including

the precise moment at which

the human animal

entered the realm of symbolic representation

(thereby, making them

social,

civilized,

god-less

human beings).

NPR does Semiotics

(recipes)

While I was eating my dinner tonight,

I heard this on the radio --

National Public Radio, to be exact:

Mentally Modern

I'm kind of sad that I can't make a more illustrated link to this story.

It discusses Evolution

(oh, one of my favorite topics)

and how symbolic language

is one of the key things

that distinguishes us from animals.

I don't agree with everything she says --

she's very beholden to Ferdinand de Saussure

and other standard semiotic theories,

and an entry I want to write this week

(hopefully today or tomorrow)

addresses some of Saussure's concepts

directly.

But I just think it's thrilling that 

they're talking about this stuff

on the radio.

I love the radio.

fever state

1.

I really wanted to write something here

today,

but I woke up with

a fever.

Aching, coughing, miserable,

the whole nine yards.

I felt really crappy

about the fact

I could barely move without 

crying,

until I heard a story about this man

on  National Public Radio's  "This American Life." 

Here's a link to the whole story:

Held Hostage

There are at least four stories in this radio program,

but the one that made me think I'd better get my ass out of bed

is called "I've Fallen In Love and I Can't Get Up."

This is a story about Chris Higgins,

who has something called 

Narcolepsy with Cataplexy.

I would not like what Chris has.

Narcolepsy, as you probably know, is a neurological disorder

wherein you fall asleep while you're going through your daily life.

Add cataplexy to it, and you lose muscle tone when you receive certain emotional stimuli.

Generally good emotional stimuli.  

So if Chris is gazing at his grandchildren, happy that they're 

beautiful and happy and healthy, he has an attack - ie: he loses all muscle tone and falls

asleep.  In the radio show, he talks about how he goes to his brother's wedding, and instructs people to just lean him against the wall so he looks attentive.  And that's what he did.  There are pictures of him,

propped up against the wall, I guess.  Looking at the pictures, or even just talking

about them will also give him an attack.

The result of this disorder is that the sufferer has to make every attempt

to avoid happy situations.  

This, as you might imagine, makes life very difficult

for his wife.

Love, itself, is debilitating for him.

2.

Now I'm a blogger who sings 

the praises and power of love,

so I felt a deep sadness for Chris Higgins,

and it really kind of woke me up,

and made me think of a thought that I've had

several times over the past six to nine months:

Love, itself, for living creatures,

can be absolutely debilitating. 

Love sickness causes us to

lose our minds,

and the conditions that can occur when you lose the thing you love

can be even worse,

especially if you are a sensitive person.

Having the person or object you love begin to treat you badly

can actually lower your resistance to a number of other illnesses,

and absolutely losing the beloved sometimes changes a person's health

and happiness forever.  It can be incurable.

Despite the fact that I continually

conclude my channelings and ramblings with

the concept that love is the only answer to all our woes,

I also often wonder if,

as long as we live in our earthly avatars,

we might be better off without love.

3.

Consider, for instance,

the psychopath.  I have encountered the idea recently that the 

psychopath might actually be the next stage in

human evolution:

"The goal of evolution is to maximize a specie's chance of survival, and there is evidence to show that the basis of psychopathy is an heritable predisposition to the disorder, a disorder which enhances the psychopathic individual's chance of survival. Therefore, is psychopathy indeed the result of human evolution?"  ( Psychopathy:an Evolutionary Perspective )

(kari'sblog)

After all, it is love, and emotional connections, that will cause a human to go back into a burning building to retrieve a baby, or a dog, or a bird.  Love causes women and men

to stay in destructive relationships; love also produces martyrs.  Consider, for instance,

the case of Jesus Christ and Noor-un-nisa Vilayet Kahn (I've written a bit about her earlier in this blog.)

Love is the primary motive of their martyrdom.  Love and the willing loss of selfhood 

for the sake of the collective human race.

Now, in this day and age,

many people may think that's just plain crazy.

If a species intends to survive, 

it's best off just leaving its emotions at the door.

If this is the case, perhaps Mr. Higgins' Narcolepsy/Cataplexy

actually marks an advancement of the species

which happened in his brain 

during this lifetime.

4.

Now I'm the first to admit that this is a troubling concept,

and that I find the human capacity to love to be

 the thing that makes us divine;

otherwise, we're little more than animals.

But after all, we are only animals - right? 

And as I've argued elsewhere, we were born into our animalistic avatars 

(these bodies)

in order to live on this earth.

I've also contemplated elsewhere the concepts of

creation,

the Fall,

evolution,

the soul

and a bunch of other really heady stuff like that.

In fact, much of this blog is about heady stuff like that

and I'm absolutely stunned and thrilled to see

there are a couple people out there in the world

who have actually returned to this blog and read

more than one of my rambling, channeled entries.

I thank you.

In a few of my entries, I contemplate what happened

when Adam ate that apple.

And here I would like to add another thought to that

theme:

when Adam ate that apple

(of course because Eve made him do it)

he became, as the Book of Genesis tells us

more like God.

Being more like God 

is being able to look at the creation

and love it.

Before Adam ate the apple,

I'd venture to suggest,

he and Eve were really nothing but

animals.

Happy animals, at that, 

and animals who were given the 

ability to use words,

but animals, nonetheless.

So it is possible that one of the effects of eating

the Fruit of the Tree of Knowledge

was the man suddenly had the capacity to look at his mate,

and fall in love.

Love is an emotion that is God-like;

love requires an all-encompassing gaze

and absolute forgiveness, 

which man, in his earthly avatar

and its limited function,

is incapable of doing.

Following this line of thinking,

love is what makes us God-like,

but it is also the thing

that can kill us,

as individuals

and as a species.

5.

In the realm of the undead and undying,

which is where Makropoulos lives,

most human entities 

have something akin to Narcolepsy with Cataplexy.

They can't be happy; they can't love;

they have to maintain a certain level of misery and pain and predatorial lust

in order to survive.

The problem with Makropoulos

me

is that I was damned by a selfish man

to live forever young,

but I was not wired to not love.

I can love;

I do love;

it is essential to me.

A prerequisite of love is the capacity to be selfless.

I will love you

if I let myself,

like I can read your mind

if I let myself;

I've simply learned how to not let myself do either,

because if I permit myself to do 

one or the other or both,

if I open the barriers I've learned to put up,

the pain and horror of what I encounter

is so horrible and heartbreaking,

I know I will surely go insane.

I won't go on with that; 

read other parts of the blog

if you want to know who Makropoulos is.

6.

Sometimes I look at the young people today.

Either from being in a family where love didn't exist,

or from being subject to loveless media stimuli,

they have learned that loving 

is fatal, and so they don't do it.

Some are just born with the incapacity to love.

Perhaps, as a new generation,

they mark the evolution of humankind,

as well as the guarantee that we will survive as a species.

But if that is true, what of love,

and what of God?

This line of thinking marks the essence of the historical juncture at which we currently live:

we can either work, as a species,

to find a way to maintain the place of love on this earthly realm,

or we can make it a myth, an old magical tale long past its currency

and let the new generations of the loveless assure

the ongoing existence of our species.