Let us not cage our divinity into the dead spheres of morpgs like SecondLife, where our imaginations, oppressed by our own fears, blossom into drunk, sleeping pixels. Curious creature! Be curious in the REAL. Denial of reality is the cold, black glove that the murderer slips over his hand to separate himself from his deed. Hungry for meaning? Cure your irony with a dose of love, dear friend. Throw off those “vintage” American Apparel prescriptionless granny glasses ($55)– don’t worry, I know you are a smart one– and renounce the ontological negation that is Hipsterdom. As you chew into the sweet, barbequed flesh of a fellow creature-citizen, ask yourself: does your spirit feel the sting of fear that shuddered through that living animal body as the blade breached the throat, or is that suffering just another distant pixel that materialized on a screen you never saw?  Let’s love.  Let’s reach out across this very real sea of air and *touch* each other.  Let us speak.  Let us share.  Let us pet each other’s worlds, curious as we are.  Your sober consciousness can carry you as far into wonder as the best dose of fungal shamanism.  Do NOT deny reality.  Down with denial!

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Life as the End of Empire, Adbusters #79

“Peak oil, mass extinction, catastrophic climate change. With every passing day, the signs are becoming more and more difficult to deny. But we deny them anyway. We swear we’ll curb emissions. We pledge to actively pursue an alternative energy policy. We don’t believe we have a problem. We can stop anytime we want. Just not today.”