April 2nd, 2003

ink in water

what is the point of our species?

I seriously want to know. I don't think we have a declared point. Most
of our current wanking is being consigned to the radio-wave shell
surrounding our world. (and it's really rather embarassing "did you hear
about the humans? they're still fighting like children! I guess we
won't direct our greeting messages at them!".)

It seems to me that we're wanking. (I can imagine the generals
shaking their heads staring at the burning oil wells thinking
of all the trips to the corner store, or the barbies, or the plastic
bags, or the industrial solvents that are now vanishing in smoke).

I protest: we aren't simply breeding machines.