Name:     Black Hole Master
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Subject:  Re: No Subject
Email:    tom_servo@worldnet.att.net
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Article:
refer to message Bygone days Alphagold1.--- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- ---
                    Replying to Original Article:	You seem to talk about having goals and living
life as if it actually meant something.  Bravo, you have found the time to ponder the meaning of
your brief existence on this orb.
	I for one am more concerned with surviving day to day.  Looking ahead to days I know nought of
is a luxury I can ill afford.  But let me take this rare break in the frenzy to offer you my
incoherent view on things.
	In the long term, I am nothing more than worm food.  My DNA may live on through my children, my
words and ideas may insuinuate throughout this culture, and my memory revered by all.  Or not. 
I simply search for what humanity is, and if I am lucky, find that humans really do have
something to live for, as a species.  We have yet to mature, are driven by instinctual urges
that shall lead to success in terms of an individual and suicide as a whole.  I've wondered if
there is possibly any system that could make this better, and have discovered few viable
options.
	We're not ready to subjugate our vaunted free will to the greater good of the species as a
whole.	We're not ready to sacrifice ourselves for our ideals.
	We're not ready to take our place, not as superiors, but as equals, in the universe.
	My scant hope finds solace in the fact that one day we may be ready.  But such a thing looms so
far over the horizon that I can not even begin to qualify what form we must assume to realize
our full potential.
	And until then, man is nothing more than a pack of bald killer apes, for which I feel guilty of
mischaracterizing our simian ancestors.  We've one right, one drive, one purpose.
	We Fight.	We Fuck.	We Survive.
	Those qualities are the very things that keeps our species wallowing in its own filth, but i
must maintain that those attirbutes are the very same which will be necessary once our evolution
is complete.
	That is, if we don't blow ourselves up in the process.  I envy those who believe not in God,
nor the Devil.  They've nothing to fear but their own failings.  I am cursed with a strong
belief in God, the Devil, and Man.  I wonder what form disappointment shall arrive to greet me.
		We've come to rely too much on technology, become lazy, complacent.  We no longer are in the
environment for which nature designed us.  Our turgid bodies waddle down the street in our vain
attempt to make something of ourselves.  Wispy waifs starve themselves in search of making
themselves attractive, in turn rendering themselves suitable as nothing more than ornaments.
	Our technolgy is a form of laziness, and is akin to any respectable leech.  It drains our
money, our resources, our time, all in the quest for entertainment.  Sometimes, I envy those
cultures that are closer to nature.  At least they know that they are surviving, and are paying
a dear cost for it.  Humanity as a whole can not survive without technology, a psychological
block which diverts our energy from surviving to languishing.
	Our technology stifles our greatest resource.  Walk up to any person on the street, and I can
almost guarantee that they know nothing other than what they specialize in.  I've verified it
here.  Not enough to prove anything, just enough to be alarming.  Ask anybody any question, and
they will tell you one of the most oft repeated phrases in the English language.  Make the
question real, but don't trap them.  Be fair about it.
	I bid thee good day. I've labored too long on a piece of worthless drivel.  And put a picture
of Derek's ass up there.  It would have prevented me from writing this, which I gather to be a
great thing indeed.	Have Faith.  Have Fun.  Have Mercy.  Ever and Always.
		Alphagold1