HEAVEN ENGINE

It wasn’t the fault of, the lesson for, the Visionary Transhumanists of Century Twenty One, the ones who missed, though barely, the boat for the Land of the lndefinites. The Word of Genesis ... was it to be (1) “Cyborg”? Or was it to be (2) the Sword of Nemesis, i.e., more like “Fly On-Board High Awhile, You Latterday Bird-Gened No Longer Bird-Brained Icarus, Only Suddenly To Die Shockingly, Fall Feather-Flocked From The Sky Because Of Suddenly Draculean ‘Nurture’?” Natch, it was (2). The flaw in thinking? That old, hot false distinction that eventually melted the wax fastening the feathers of high-flying Homo sap: That old illusion called “Nature” versus “Nurture”! Yep. None Other. For guised/guiled “Nurture,” the late-appearing dirty villain, after all is really “Nature.” It’s just the Deceiver in Old Mommie N, that Witch, that Patient, Sadistic Entrapper. “Nurture” by Mommie-Dearest Nature crushes the loving dream of your naive designing human mommie who asked only that you be arranged to be beautiful and supersmart and disease-free from babyhood on, a “germlinee.” But the fox in the chicken coop is “Nurture.” Think of “Nurture” as all that’s exogenous to Homo sap in all Physicality; and don’t even stop at Gravity. Then think: How Stupid Is Reality! And so now Fallen Homo sap is something of the Dead Athiest In The Casket, i.e., The Poor Bastard Germlinee With The Nano Longevity And The Deity Mentality Who’s All Dressed Up With Nowhere To Go. That’s right! No train’s a’leavin’ tonight. ‘Cause ain’t no place sufficiently meaningful for which to light out! To the Hurtling Vastitudes? Aw, c’mon! To a Neo-Athenian Bionic Human Leisure in which you reopen Great Philosophical Inquiries? Yikes! To some finally Disney-like—some finally hoary old mythic-hike—virtuality inside some enormous Knowledge Base? Mickey Mouse! What sorry immortal states be these latterday Transhuman Dreams, and all of their tourist ilk, inevitable failures of distracted, compromised and feeble human imagination! ‘Cause this Transhuman Dreamin ‘ain’t no more viable than “The Heavenly Kingdom.” Yes, Our Latterday Athiest Despairee is Correct As An Anti-Metaphysical, But Right Doesn’t Lend He/She Might But Leaves ‘Em Stuck In A Pitiful Plight! The Hundred Yard Dash in five seconds by both genders for new records? Find-Anything-in-World-Knowledge in even fewer seconds via Implants and Downloads since There’s Lots Of Room Below which beckons? As Fell Miles/Bill Evans say, So What?!?!

As that Barrie says, “Every man’s life is a diary in which he means to write one story and writes another....”