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The Apotheosis by Dr. Yo
Welcome to our paradigm shift. We bring you greetings from the uncharted void, where chaos reigns and reality is in flux. Here, time is fluid. Tonight, space is virtual. Our gifts to you: symbols of transformation.
We sing of terror and of enlightenment, of Dionysus and Athena. Our endless trance mission: the harnessing of turbulent psychic currents to implement evolution of non-linear information processing. Your brain is in good hands.
Much to the horror of the repressed, the infinite expansion of consciousness now appears as immediate as it is inexorable. No amount of media hypnosis or gestapo tactics can quash the underground psycho-evolutionary movement.
This is self-evident given the premise of "survival of the fittest." In a world where pure information is as necessary and ubiquitous as the elements, those with the greatest and most subtle abilities to manipulate that information will of course dominate the environment. The natural process of evolution will now be accelerated at an exponential rate, because it is being consciously directed.
However, the mass mind still clings to what it knows, and fears the other. The transitory phenomena of matter are interpreted as if they were somehow more "real" than the internal landscape. It is the privilege and the duty of artists, philosophers, and scientists to demonstrate that reality is experience, interior and subjective. Technology is furniture, unless it writes poetry. All that matters in the end is consciousness ... pure information.
This psychic evolution is intimately coupled with social revolution, and thus the repressive ruling class fights it tooth and nail. This explains censorship, prohibition, and the New Kids On The Block. The monolithic power of the corporate/governmental leviathan is intimidating, but its reptilian stupidity is legendary. The saurian giants will soon be extinct, to be replaced by new species of warm-blooded creatures, more adaptable, efficient, and in harmony with chaos.
We are those creatures! We are the moles, the rodents calmly watching the death of the dinosaurs. All hail the postmodern bodhisattvas! The cyber-saints now bring you chaos in motion, in harmonic proportions of darkness and light.
greuel@xian.com