mirroring: past is prologue. shakespeare, el padre of the dialectic...or is it la madre?

let’s face the facts: are we or are we not all made out of the same stuff? the firmament of fundament. when i think of humans in outer space, i think: alien. we are just looking for ourselves out there on unmined rock. a little bit of it is the tactile curiosity of the wide-eyed child in fao schwartz. the only reason i can say this is because human are effectively themselves only in our self-referential capabilities; i.e. all our endeavors cannot be unless they are endeavors of ourselves… in abstract, something cannot be unless it is the way it is. this tautology demands a rigorous reevaluation of the concept of “truth”. it is a tautology with a spiked club, big teeth, smoker’s cough, dragunov. some kids call him a bully.

whatever the case we are sensible from time to time beyond our years, relearning the fading information acquired by previous generations in vast quantities at an incredible rate. barely do we scrape together our influential intent enough to navigate our course in a troubled millenium. politics is drunk bowling.