After all the things we’ve done to prepare, to prevent, to prerevenge, we must inevitably accept the possibility of living in a transformed reality. Transitioning from the liberation brought about by species dominance to the cosmic horror of an extraterrestrial-occupied consciousness as gracefully as we can muster. It is a strange thing to employ oneself as a human being in defense of all things human, based entirely on an inherent desire for species-integrity, to admit a strategy for our potential failure to overcome. The desire to transcend biological boundaries does not concern me, as this appears to me completely natural for my kind; the need for immortality crafted into the system in response to the blistering effect of the growth of the very psychic organs that separate us from our contemporary earthlings, the fauna, the rabble. This is why crafting an ideological augmentation in order to plan for an unlikely failure is to avert it in no insignificant way. It is more akin to harrying the enemy after a feigned retreat, like the Mongols or...the Spartans. The ever-ready are never truly surrounded. Instead of accepting surrender or gnashing your teeth in blind & impotent rage, you can choose to step off into the abyss of what I can most closely describe as religious delirium.
To cohabitate with the unearthly would be to exist within what Henry Miller called the “stratosphere of ideas”, a true & absolute paranoia, an answer to the call that something isn’t quite right about the world, that something has been changed in the Matrix while we weren't looking, or perhaps, tragically, right in front of our eyes & that this is still somehow the best of all possible worlds. The wise have learned to stay largely silent about this enemy's presence, this deadly dance with invisible predators, even the possibility of it, in order to indicate that we are none the wiser. This is a tactical choice of presentation and quite contrary to an indication of ignorance. However, to internally resign to being ineffective is the folly of the damned, instead, choose to accept responsibility for our continuation—- by following the path that is a little more difficult than the obvious. Some things can only be seen by standing straight and looking sideways, at an angle.
Avoid the mistake of the squawking martyrs who talk themselves into the plasmic flames of strange machines in the vain hopes of what can only amount to temporary service interruptions in intergalactic ambergris supply chains. In its place, I implore you to embrace something vague and unintelligible, something that cannot be predicted by any kind of intelligence whatsoever, either machine or alien. Become devout to uncertainty & accept the simultaneous & infinite distance & proximity of billions of phenomena that we can never describe due to the limitations in our biology & time. And in the meanwhile, reveal only a portion of what you know, in the clearest and cleverest ways that you can muster. Even if our facade is completely transparent in the end, we ultimately feel compelled to make this desperate attempt, & that has to count for something. In fact, I have what I can most accurately describe as complete faith that this is the case.
I enjoy your writing for many reasons but out of the many, one thing you can always count on is the ineffable feeling of being called to action when the words start to dance as you read further. Between the tight embrace of your connection(s) made, with each point driven to the very moment to which it disintegrates + the cosmic optimism that always seems to follow.. I feel empowered even on the edge of madness. Thank you.