>Our job is to make sure the chain of leaps does not end with Earth. Our job is to advance the march of intelligence no matter what it takes, no matter how many sad stories we have to hear about the poor lost phytoplankton we burnt along the way to the next nearest Earth-like planet. On the escape pod, there is no room for any but the highest.
.You know where I'm going with this: celestial bodies are whorls within whorls, as are water-bearing planets, as is life itself, as are you. If you are reading this, you inhabit a flesh capsule whose existence is entirely due to the fact that an incomprehensibly massive meat-grinder has funneled solar energy FROM the sun THROUGH a torturous series of interlinked dynamos TO your nervous system, and your energy stores, although limited, can sustain the computronium in your skull for at least as long as it takes you to scan and interpret this sentence. All your life has led to this moment.
http://xynchroni.city/posts/22
Ignore the bullshit mysticism and faux-jittery-adderall-fueled style, that's just part of the aesthetic. Buried beneath those tribal signifiers are some interesting insights, or at least some interesting reformulations of existing insights. I like Akira, I bet he's cute and skinny and stammers IRL.
