The whole history of my being, the entire collected past of experiences and influences, leading up to and including the moments just now shed away, are all equally fodder for the articulation of what I need to do, what I am in the process of seeing through, what I am moving towards. Where the ocean meets the beach: this line is not perceived but imagined, projected, hallucinated upon the landscape. We are all imaginary lines solidifying our flickering present through leaden evidence of past experience, a narrative which ties us to the earth and keeps us from levitating, self-forged shackles, the burden of memory. There is no escape for those that expect to take everything with them. Buoyancy can only be achieved by cutting away weight, and perhaps even then it's foolish to visualize a surface of light that can be penetrated, a membrane beyond which is purer air and softer gravity. This ocean is paradoxical, always shifting through currents of invisible forces and impossible magnitudes, propelling floating algae through whirlpools and vortexes of inexplicable profundity, yet constant in its mass, predictable in evaporating, only to rain down again, the streams forever carving new paths while never failing to return to the one great source, the singular unifying void of immeasurable depth and darkness. The largest mountains are under the sea. There are more stars beyond our flimsy scrim of atmosphere than granules of sand on all the beaches. Every finger tip is a unique labyrinth. If every body is different how can we standardize any measurement? Can any eye ever share in the sight of another? Relative to what?

Fear is a parallax. Fear is a primordial biological effluvial engine that propels the fate of the known universe. The known universe is the human universe, for only humans could be so dim as to describe all that is as a singularity. Surely this verse must be multiple, if we are to satisfy our burning desire for authentic reality, if we ever hope to taste any semblance of truth beyond the provisional algorithms of civilization. Fear is the spark igniting the protein mechanisms of muscular motion, the light that shoots through the neural lattice of the proto-protein mind to fill the lamps of the first fiery nuclei, an a priori motivation to retract the appendage, flex the flagella, reflex the nerve endings into their discursive positions. Fear isn't a human emotion, it's the syntax of the multiverse, less hominoidinal affect than gravitational effect, the feeling-feeling of senses-sensing, the eternal fall back into the unified void lying at the center of the midnight ocean.

Our culture requires a reconfiguration. Our needs have shifted as a result of a change in position, a subtle side step of perspective which totally obliterated the old image. With this new view we will never see it the same way again, so let's stop calling it by those tired taglines. Life, that is. The world and all that it entails. Our culture was spawned from the womb of nature which cradled us, incubated our first epiphanies, and nurtured millennia of revolutionary enlightenments. It can be said that human culture is an extension of the natural, a progression of pure understanding, a materializing will coming into awareness of itself. This view is horrifically negligent, exercising irreparable violence against the creative propulsion of life. Humans are the epitome of the synthetic, the first antagonism to all that is innate to our world. It has nothing to do with technology, material resources, or the violence waged against all the pure beings caught in this bubble of atmosphere, or the boiling hubris that articulated these modern advances. Our unnatural division began much earlier during the first division of sentience from sentiment, at the origin of mind through differentiating the one from the many, in the jungle, before the void, by the plasticization of the landscape through the sieve of the autonomous gaze. We see a line on the horizon, there, and now there, that high water mark perpetually receding just beyond grasp which propels the tendons, disturbs temperament to shiver schisms through the calcium corpus, to revolt against the hallucinated boundaries in search for the idyllic ether nadir apexing the crown of consciousness.

The line is fear and it is real, don't let anyone tell you differently. There's much to be achieved out there, so much to learn and discover. The adventure is in the journey and all roads lead to death. We require a new culture, a different architecture built upon completely reevaluated sensibilities. Not to avoid death of course, but to stop destroying life. We will never become one with nature - for many reasons, but most succinctly because nature is not one. It is no less than multiple, a multiverse of predominantly imperceptible forces and magnitudes, a parallax midnight ocean of "energy" defying all attempts at more acute articulation. Our cultures are multiple, but they are founded upon universals, stacked up and toppling over false pretenses and misguided intuitions, mythologies pointing towards a nebulous inferno of eternity. We don't need new stories, new languages, new art forms, or new audiences. All that has been forgotten is conducted in the name of process or no memory however mechanical will allow us to remember a truth that has never yet been realized. Discovery is a cancer plaguing the biological drive, a self-glorifying mythology of war gods and rapists. We don't need a revolution we need a revulsion, a new relationship to fear, a reoriented reflex for the muscles as they retract to our self-imposed anxieties. How do we learn to say no, to not participate, to disengage from all etiquette, all society, all cultural debate? How do we learn to not speak, not participate, not proclaim meaning or exercise power? How do we articulate a life without material, quit understanding in order to learn only how to be still, believe in fear so deeply as to incinerate all the violent hope of righteous war machines? There's no going back, but we might refuse to go forward if it's leading nowhere. How can one simple idea transform an entire existence and what is required to overcome the fear to act upon it?