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I am also the will of the machine. In this case, the machine is a biological
conglomeration given legal title to certain rights and responsibilities as an individual
member of a larger entity known as America. It is this machine that must suffer the
indignities of the physical realm. That must be fed, clothed, bathed, and rested. And
(oh, the horror) must at times be politically correct.
Basically, there is only memory and stimulus. The memory of being stimulated.
And the interpretation of all three. For instance, yesterday I was hungry. A quick
stroll to the local supermarket resulted in a Primo’s Margherita pizza, a substance
able to turn the unpleasant stimulus of hunger into the more agreeable sensation of
being sated with minimal fuss. The import of this insignificant event resides solely
within the ease of its deconstruction into the three variables.
And how complicated is simplicity? Memory indicates that the walk light is a
legal entitlement to cross the street, yet it is interpretation of memory which
stimulates further caution. I interpret the verb, ‘to drive,’ to mean a skill beyond the
grasp of the general populace. Memory and interpretation also inspired the final
result, a very specific form of nourishment. However, it was the dual stimulants of a
crowded store and a pocketful of cash directly resulting in the hit-and-run, when it
was my intention to browse…
And what of intention? Another variable of the human condition, or merely the
stimulus of memory, interpreted? I shall let god decide. You.
Patterns of light and dark; pixels of gray and green align across this monitor
with the intent to express certain meaning. But there can be no meaning without you,
for I am merely I. The Ellen January of the immediate now, and you are everything
else. And within the assumption there is anything else lies the true house of god.
No names, no capitals, no ritual; the secret of god is not to remember what you
have been told, but to forget. Religion exists to associate morality with divinity;
everything else is icing upon that bitter cake. Morality exists to constrain the will of
the individual to the law of the society; divine association is mandated because no
individual benefits from morality. None. And no conscious act is performed without
the anticipation of some benefit. Therefore, the process of religion is to restrict
actions in this life with the promise and/or threat of the next.
And for the promise of virgins in paradise, a man will strap on a bomb.
What is the assumption being made with every story ever told? That you are
like me; memory, stimulus, and interpretation; and that together, we are humanity. Yet
I am, and nothing else. I remember, I hunger, I fear; I that assumes. I that feels the
pain, and the love, and the hate; and beyond the I of frivolous desire lurks the I of the
animal. The predator. And if you are not a meal, you are a threat; otherwise no
consideration of you would occur. Therefore, god.
I can imagine being the first man among monkeys. I peer at them cautiously
through the bushes as I finger my club, weighing their nutritional value against the
likelihood of becoming nutrition. And there you are, lurking around a tree, watching
my meal; watching me. Then god, the sense of being watched; a sense that occurs
beyond perception and memory, a sense rife with unspoken threat.
And so it was, the third perception; awareness of god. I felt the eyes of god
upon me when I first hunted you, and I hesitated. It is within that hesitation that
civilization was born. Thus, it is written.