Monday, May 5, 2008
the axe is making out with the tree while we look the other way
we have grown extension cords from our spines, replaced our teeth with computer chips, learned the rhythm of a synthetic heartbeat and now we dance to it. our pulse swings predictably wild, a regulated bloodstream of binary code. there are digital bathtubs waiting for us to soak in them. we leave footprints on all we walk upon now. we exchange silicon based conversations, laugh in gigabytes, mourn in minimized browsers. it all adds up very efficiently. the numbers are exact. you can calculate the keystrokes. but there are still green things growing from the ground. blossoms still explode scent and color in ecstasy every spring. the sea is still salty. the sun still shines warm. the desert will still make you breathless with its silence. animals still sniff the brown earth, inhaling the damp richness of roots and leaves and decay and growth. we still eat. we still breathe. we still make love like we are wild creatures, taste one another's sweat, collapse in mutual exhaustion. my question is this: what is so wonderful about the cold efficiency of technology that we are trying to re-create ourselves in its image?