themnax
January 26th, 2009, 04:30 AM
as the roads fade, the corpses decay, the epidemics abate; the world grows green, life's diversity inches back toward health.
we've all changed. we can explore unseen and not feel diminished by doing so.
no longer are we threatened for refusing to live in one place or in one way.
our dreams are as wide as the universe.
we know fire but burn very little. wood is for making fine intricate shapes and fitting them together with those of metal.
we travel light. or build mazelike palaces of strangeness to no set plan.
sometimes we just keep adding on, and many live there together. sometimes we build small and live alone, but welcome each other's infrequent visits.
plastic has become a rare and precious substance. coins are minted from it. where they are used at all. they look like miniature french curves, lightly tinted.
life is not dominated by infrastructure, but what infrastructure there is, is build by hobbyists, and no one stops them from doing so, nor condemns them for it.
much ingenuity is used, creating form the leftovers of fallen civilizations.
there is still some mass production. again hobbyists.
and mechanical, even robotic, agriculture. we all eat.
nothing mechanical is a complete mystery.
we may look like animals, but we're not idiots.
inside we are propelled by the same creative urges that gave rise to human civilization.
but without the illusion of gain by forcing each other to emulate ourselves.
there are no nations in the old sense. or at least, if there are, you'd never know they were there. no banks and no chambers of commerce either.
someone makes, or made, vending machines and fills them. i have no idea who. must be hobbyists again.
mathom houses and craftufacturing centers i know about. and university'; i've been there.
we look like all different kinds of animals, but inside we're what humans were, only better. we don't tear up what is real for what is symbolic.
that's why we can have a green world to live in. that, and after the plagues and famines, there being so many fewer of us.
we look like different kinds of creatures, but we mate and are fertile, but not too fertile,.
male and female alike, we can only have offspring once, only as many as we ourselves are,.
nature seems to have found an optimum and to be happy with it.
maybe its something from the water that flows through the ruins.
maybe its something else, something in nature itself that mutated and in turn mutates us into something more stable.
maybe we non longer have physical forms at all and this is just how we see ourselves
yet, somehow, we continue to build, to dream of making things, and make them
and to make them without tearing up wild nature and its diverse beauty.
we've all changed. we can explore unseen and not feel diminished by doing so.
no longer are we threatened for refusing to live in one place or in one way.
our dreams are as wide as the universe.
we know fire but burn very little. wood is for making fine intricate shapes and fitting them together with those of metal.
we travel light. or build mazelike palaces of strangeness to no set plan.
sometimes we just keep adding on, and many live there together. sometimes we build small and live alone, but welcome each other's infrequent visits.
plastic has become a rare and precious substance. coins are minted from it. where they are used at all. they look like miniature french curves, lightly tinted.
life is not dominated by infrastructure, but what infrastructure there is, is build by hobbyists, and no one stops them from doing so, nor condemns them for it.
much ingenuity is used, creating form the leftovers of fallen civilizations.
there is still some mass production. again hobbyists.
and mechanical, even robotic, agriculture. we all eat.
nothing mechanical is a complete mystery.
we may look like animals, but we're not idiots.
inside we are propelled by the same creative urges that gave rise to human civilization.
but without the illusion of gain by forcing each other to emulate ourselves.
there are no nations in the old sense. or at least, if there are, you'd never know they were there. no banks and no chambers of commerce either.
someone makes, or made, vending machines and fills them. i have no idea who. must be hobbyists again.
mathom houses and craftufacturing centers i know about. and university'; i've been there.
we look like all different kinds of animals, but inside we're what humans were, only better. we don't tear up what is real for what is symbolic.
that's why we can have a green world to live in. that, and after the plagues and famines, there being so many fewer of us.
we look like different kinds of creatures, but we mate and are fertile, but not too fertile,.
male and female alike, we can only have offspring once, only as many as we ourselves are,.
nature seems to have found an optimum and to be happy with it.
maybe its something from the water that flows through the ruins.
maybe its something else, something in nature itself that mutated and in turn mutates us into something more stable.
maybe we non longer have physical forms at all and this is just how we see ourselves
yet, somehow, we continue to build, to dream of making things, and make them
and to make them without tearing up wild nature and its diverse beauty.