The Earth is a Very Dirty Place,

and Humans are here to clean it up.
Clean up into Space.

I am in awe of nature, including my nature, including the natural impulse to invent "Creationism"
and "Evolution,"
and the separation of Church and State,
and the separation of Man and Nature,
and Dirty and Clean.

People love things or struggle against the love of things.
Embrace the technological animal in you.
Develop a good relationship with "Things."
Change your oil.
Lubricate your locks.
Drip your faucets when it freezes.
Defrag your drive.
CLEAN UP YOUR ROOM.
"Things" are alive.
Keep your edge.

When you wash your face with soap made from the fat of a cow, do you ever think about the Transmigration of the Soul?
When you die, you will feed the billion streams of Information, as you are now but a Standing Wave in the Flow.

To be creative is to order "things" to your liking, to make your legs go this way and your hips go that way. Yet an Artist is in Love with Chaos. An Artist rides the wild Surf. An Artist shoves their finger up Death's Asshole spinning in a tight embrace. It's Love and Life and Music.

People speak of "things as they are" and "things as they oughta be."
People speak of "things as they were" and "how fucked up everything is now."
Tell that to a river; tell it to a tree.

So, join the War against Dirt, and swim towards the light, Luke.