As our newest machines liberate us from fact and thought, just as our old machines relieved us of the burden of labor, together gifting us with goods and services, intelligences and direction, will we continue our focus on interacting with a malleable material world or instead upon a malleable cosmic consciousness?
In wine, truth.
In cosmos, ourselves.
Atheism is on the wrong side of history. Belief in religion, in spirituality, in magic and God will accelerate — and deepen — because of, not despite of the rise of big data, robotics, computing, electronics, and artificial intelligences. We become what our machines cannot. We do what can’t be outsourced.
We are outsourcing the rational.
Never have God, religion, faith, alternate modes of consciounsess, nor emotions brought to their limits been as possible as now.
Yet we retain the primal.
Food, flesh, fuck, fight, fun, family, fortune.
That’s a potent brew.
We were taught the next revolution in humanity comes from our being on the cusp of outsourcing all physical acts and labors but in fact we are closer to outsourcing all rational demands. With the world connected, each able to take from one another, each able to give to one another, a symbiosis of liberation and dependence, where might these transformations in life and living take us?
Is this why we refuse to listen to one another? We’d rather share, swipe, like, tweet, and check-in because what avails itself to us — the awesome, frightful power of being our most godly, our most spiritual, our most emotional — is so thoroughly scary in its potential?
He shut off the lights and lay in the bed. He cherished this time together. Just the two of him, the warmth, the glow, these intimate moments, minutes turning to hours. But it was late, and two hours on his smartphone was enough. Time to sleep.
He couldn’t speak, he couldn’t move. He was paralyzed, all of him but for his left eyelid. That he could control. Blink, blink, close, open. He “suffered from ‘locked-in syndrome,’ in which patients are completely paralyzed except for some eye movement. Some patients eventually lose even the ability to blink, cutting off all contact with the world and raising questions of whether they are still fully conscious and, if so, whether they still wish to live.”
Yet, we spend hours in a chair, everyday, immobile, never speaking, staring into a screen.
What of those in 2117?
We are tomorrow’s neanderthals.
They may not care. They won’t fully understand. We will always be lesser to them.
There’s your liberation.
Life is short, then you fly.
Making it all worth it.