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NO HOME

***UPDATE – a slightly more polished and beautifully type-set version is part of the SYSTEMICS II book.

(made available to read online for free once in a while or generally with a donation based password.)

[ about notions of home, real and imagined, written for a homeless shelter open-mike gig ]

 

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It used to be that the home is where the hearth is. It was, for the most part of human history, the centre of living, the always welcoming source of food, warmth and communication. Entire Greek cities used to be centered around the original fireplace laid down by their respective founders. It had to be kept burning as the flickering symbol of a flourishing society for as long as the city that grew around it existed.

Things progressed, obviously, and after many decades of struggles and petty achievements, as the new centre-of-home has now established itself a mighty piece of flashy machinery. The television. So much for the evolution of mankind.

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GREY ZONE

***UPDATE – a slightly more polished and beautifully type-set version is part of the SYSTEMICS II book.

(made available to read online for free once-in-a-while or generally with a donation based password.)

[ some thoughts on the nature of persecution ]

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GHOSTS IN THE MACHINE

For quite some time I’ve been thinking about putting together a solid rationale about my ‘spreading the word’ activities in public, about my endeavours to establish a professional loophole that cuts through the complex and tight spiderweb that’s been established – with almost everyone farcically contributing – as our notions, angles and vantage point of ‘human reality’. Such an undertaking raises such enormous issues as counteracting the removal of organs, of lives, ideas, even of gods … or the suppression and persecution of universes, worlds, countries, philosophies, careers, individuals, etc. While on the merely mundane, it involves the shedding of light into our ridiculous struggle of ‘who’s right and who’s wrong’ that has turned out to be a kind of pivot of all human pettiness and its brainwashed, instigated arena called ‘survival of the fittest’ – probably since the beginning of time. Or at least since Keen opted to terminate his brother Able, only to satisfy his jealousy-fueled desire to keep-up appearances, by wiping away that which is Pure and True from the surface of the earth. Or to be more precise, to remove someone else’s above-the-line Visibility for the sake of upholding a wicked, below-the-line Lie.

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