She said-. And when i lay on my back, love, upon the damp grass of the hill-
side beneath a most beautiful harvest moon, and raise my hands too the
heavens among an exaggerated cluster of brilliant fireflies…, i can’t help but
wonder at the unsettling nature of both time and distance; Or of my inner
conflicts between my violent romantics (Metaphysics), and societies will too
conform my passions (materialism, rationalism, science).
But mostly, i can’t help but to imagine the trimmed sunbathed figure of some
young beautiful Egyptian boy…. Or of some beautiful young man of Babylon;
Or of Mesopotamia…. as young as we are now. Naked. Laying on the calm black
banks of the Euphrates; Bewitched by this very same moon that bewitches me
now!
Beneath these very same clusters of stars…. Ah, what stargazers our species
once were!
If only, in spite of our political, cultural, and scientific evolutions and revolutions
…, if  only in spite our regressive will to power, we had only kept alittle time left
over too lazy about our minds to the sky…. Just think of the intellects and poets…,
Artist our species might have become!
Which then leads me to this thought: How little intellectually we have come.
Advanced. Even as from so faraway back as Mesopotamia!

Here he interrupts her saying-. You sound like such a Jack-ass when you try to
invoke such noble sentiments into those silly superstitious primitives!
Do i need to remind you of how they spent most of their lives huddled in the
filthy little dark corners of their hastily fashioned rooms…, prisoners to the whims
and follies of their own uncultivated imaginations.
What are such superstitions to us now?… Nothing i tell you! Nothing but moral
entrapments meant to ensnare any budding Free-Thinker, who not only renounce
the legitimacy and ethics of their original sin, but who are also structurally
apposed to the ambitions or threats of Heaven, or Hell!
We have reduced these once great vengeful Gods down to simple, explainable,
natural laws.
We have taken their scavenged morsels and packaged them into ready-made,
sanitary, packaged meals in abundance.
We have tamed their wrathful elements with nuclear energy; where as they
could only come-up with drafty rock enclosures…. Or at best, crudely thatched
roof hovels to curl up into a ball in.
We have internet on our wristwatches.
We have movies and t.v. on our “smart” phones; where as they had only hand-
me-down folk-tails of brooding warnings and mythology to whisper about to
each-other around their fire-pits.
We have climate controlled vehicles for just cruisein around town in on our
lazy days off…. Hell! we even have lazy days to be board in!
We have drones that can kill or oppress from absurdly, ethically, safe distances
away with. Where as your “lovely” primitives had to murder with their own
brutish bare hands;
And you want to dream about how little intellectually we have come?

She responds-. Yes, we have greatly advanced in comforts, i’ll give you that.
But advancements in comforts are not the same things as having advanced
intellectually.
Yes, we have tamed the elements with nuclear energy. But have you ever stopped
to bother and consider our nuclear comforts as only a placate….. As only a
remarkable by-product of their means to our ends, i.e. a military and economic
industrial dominance.
But lets set these trivial to the side and talk of this nonsense about our “superior
modern sciences” victories over the Gods.
First let me start off by quoting Roger Hausheer: “It is paradoxical that at a time
of unprecedented moral and political confusion there should be an upsurge of
interest in popular expositions of science, whose subject-matter is fully
comprehensible only to a handful of experts. yet the very realm that matters to
us most, and is accessible to all of us in virtue of our humanity, namely that of
the human studies, seems not to have captured the popular imagination to the
same degree*” I wonder why, i think…, by design perhaps?
And secondly-. Science has done nothing to eliminate the Gods…; A certain
degree, or type, or class of biblical piety maybe. But not God!
In fact, if truth be told, all that science has really been able to do to God, is a
hostile takeover of his religious industry, influence, and power!
It is even now, as we speak, attempting to construct, out of an infinite supply
of theoretical universes, a plausible twist on transcendence.
Not a traditional form of transcendence mind-you. But a modern, abstract,
progressive transcendence. Constructed out of an intricate webbing of garrulous
academic dialectics…. And just as Camus saw then, we can see now:How again
science has been reduced to poetry.
And finally-. Stephen Hawking once…, many times…, to who would ever listen…,
proclaimed the death of philosophy! For it is only up to those great heroic
scientist, that can now save us and the world from our most dangerous perils….
Which he then began to list.
A list of peril that science, and science a-lone, is responsible for creating…. By
applying scientific ego…, plus Equation, without first applying philosophical
meditation.
True human growth, or advancement…, or any other furthering in human
evolution will not come from academic sciences…, but rather it will come from
a re-attention of focus on our pure human capacities. Not a cybernetic possibility.
It will come from a re-tracing of our bread-crumbs back through this swerving
twisting labyrinth of technological advancements, technological comforts…, and
our technological conveniences (i.e. we monkeys pushing buttons)
It can only come from a re-establishment of meditations on the arts, laws,
philosophies, human interaction, nature, conscience, ideology, honor and pride
…. It will come from a re-establishment of human time and a re-evaluation of
our modern popular culture.
We are going to need to weed through all of this muck-and-yuck of misinterpretations, cherry-pickings, and intimidations.
We are going to need to re-cultivate a functioning again society!
And as far as your packaged meats and dried goods in abundance are concerned
….Do not mistake this for a foundation of society, nor society its-self that you
have managed to assemble…., but rather a packaged arrogance. a packaged
detachment and a packaged gluttony!
So please show me! How truly intellectually advanced have we come from those
“primitives”. Specially when you consider the degenerative effects from our
modern abandonment of literature, art, philosophy, and vulnerability!

He responds back to her-. Enough enough! this isn’t what we came here for is
it?
Tulips and debaucheries are why we came…. and those should be are most
immediate concerns.
Smiles for the time-bombs, for there’s murdering yet to be done! That should
be all that we have left to offer.
Interpreting the allegorical in those dream curving darkend corridors and
stairwells of our memories.
Or identifying that secret patch of sand cut from the main beach and harbor,
that once expanded the whole length and width of our imagination…. That is
how we should identify our remorse.
Watching cellulite ass shifting silicone diplomacy in summer clothing…. That
is what we do!… As well as how we vote to govern.

She asks-. And what about our death?… How shall we die then?

He says-. Just like the way that we have always been told we will die. But in
our overzealous preoccupation with life…, we whole-heartedly ignored!
We will die like a yawning joke gilded in nymphet Lilacs.
We will die, much like a hospital clock that is permanently fastened to the
wall at the foot of the bed…, as a constant reminder that we have just missed
something.
In those gone seconds.
The same way that i missed the true fleeting beauty…, or metaphor, of the
naked fold of your breast pressed against the reaching sand.
Or the way that we both missed our chance…:or if truth be told, The way
we both willingly surrendered our chance, to live our lives freely.
Independent. Just for a bit of security and comfort.

She says (tiredly)-.Yes yes, as you wish then. Tulips and debaucheries!…
But when the day comes…; And it will come, that this sad suburban disease
licks like a blistered tongue upon my breast…
what then will we have left?

He says-. We will have indifference! Finely! And with this indifference we
will grow the calluses necessary to truly pursue our Fortunes.

She asks-. And what fortune do you imagine to be sufficient to cover the full
value on what we will have lost?

He asks her; in a tone obviously growing tired of this game-. And what will we
have lost?

She says; With the realization of him to her glazing her eyes-. Simplicity!…
Romance…. The thick black waters of the Euphrates consuming the proud
genitals of that beautiful young Mesopotamia boy stargazing beneath a
Van Gogh Starry Night Sky….

*Roger Hausheer, From his introduction to Isaiah Berlin’s book: The proper
study of Mankind.

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