As Mark Twain would’ve noted, the American political system resembles much more the Viennese style of dueling than the French, but who can doubt the fact, that this land is strictly 19th century. How can we live in a world where Gregory Bateson is a classic thinker, and yet Clint Eastwood is a political figure? How come every human face I see reminds me of the sea and the purple of a mandrill’s snout? Where are the moving tributes to the marvel of the phosphodiester bond? Without it, we’d all still be fung chowder 1.0.. Look at the dinner scene in Satryicon, is this how our moon colonies will look? Philip K. Dick had the paranoid belief that history had stopped sometime during the Roman Empire, but just try to find anyone in the agora who knows the definition of atavism. Ah, so. But all that being said, so what, the human psyche is composed of contradcitions because it relies so heavily on the symbolic domain. It’s an occupational hazard. Without it, there would only be a wild blissfull and terrible orgy and catastrophe of color, a sun of flesh churned into chaos and poetry, or is that what it is even with the compartments, and the psychology? Why can’t we embrace the confusion? Why can’t we find the solution? Is it because we ourselves, evolutionarily, are a weaponized “natural” version of the pharmakon? Aren’t we virality gone viral? The parable of Plato’s Cave is not that some are trapped in the cave, and some come out, and are saved, and see, but that difference and polarity are the engines of a dialectical polyvalencing. Complexity is God, as a generative oddity, and doing nothing is something, and something nothing, it’s not always linear. It’s no secret that we’re printed on spirals. Spiralling out of control, into control, beyond control, etc. Culture is absurd because the body is already a city. Just do a google search on politics and biosemiotics, or just zoosemiotics. Emergence is something dynamic, even though most of the time, it feels boring, and whiney, and like something you’ve seen before on television. And think about this, that the most likely scenario for otherworldly life is that it is not friendly, not in the sense of a face to face kind of friendly. Imagine you are so advanced that you would be hideous to a species like ours. There’s every indication the Greys might be like this. So enjoy your innocence. Before they take you apart with sonic scalpels and put your monkey brain into a data bong! As the Greys say on Saturday night, Let’s do up some monkeys and knuckle drag ALL NIGHT LONG!