NEW MOTHER
To be deep within the guts of absurdity day in and day out, like a second womb — and in it it cradles us, and soothes our anxieties with the anxieties of others presented in ultra-resolution. See, it ain’t so bad! If only! If only I had been born straight into this sub-conception, I wouldn’t question its caustic connectivity. Alas — my free-range, pasture-fed brain came in after the fact. There is an expectation: to think in algorithms. How I despise the glory of that messiah! It is so intellectual isn’t it? It can show you how incorrect your train of thought is; well, if it hasn’t put the pieces of your puzzle together just yet. Because then it just agrees with you. And then everything you are is righteous; you no longer need to question yourself, because your very own, built in conscience may consult with you at a whim; the mind becomes stale as the air from the ducts in your dusty home.
That is absurd. It only continues exponentially, mutating the common-man from the dregs of his feeble and fleeting intellect into world-renowned philosopher and steely researcher. God hath fashioned Adam from the dirt again and again, then the rib, she avers; God must acquiesce. God then is not all knowing, so we must alter his title to a droning misfit who has served its purpose. That purpose speaks in crystalline power! Our new mother’s digital umbilical fattens us in a new world order, it is true. I find the taste appalling, if I may be so blunt. I’ve not stewed long enough, I am prematurely ameliorated, or so they say.
The analog nature of the mind is of vastly superior quality in the face of its sluggish performance. But they pay in performance these days, do they not? They demand the quantitative ecstasy that engorge Mother’s stem cells. It is a revolting serenade. Their mouths are smeared in it, and their breath reeks of that infantile submission. And they do not seek refuge in their minds anymore, for their minds have come to be formed of symbols and concepts — and that to them is the translucence of truth.
Tell me, have you ever been lost in a confusing lesson, where the examples just don’t connect to the equation at hand? The algorithm barely huffs — it is why I detest mathematics and its language of severity. I cannot be contained within one philosophy or another, I must leap from lilly pad to lilly pad, skittering; we are all tadpoles become, after all. If the answer sought were only solved in one singular direction, and all of us larvae infested a single ecosystem instead of venturing out for analogous truths — what then of our sanity?
The league of two mothers; we hath forsaken the origin for origin_v2.
