Determined to discover their parent’s special recipe, curious disgruntled officials fell in lust with the divine computer in the sky. While empires stepped on their workers calloused hands, a murderer named superstition nominated six for the committee of the damned. All the positions to be had are connected, and we create more to avoid becoming neglected.

The universe is still mostly ending one minute at a time but we are changing. Welcome to a life at disconnect. Fear is the mind killer and symbolic violence has always painted the thumb bearing down on our backs. The seemingly ever-present monumental mirror image of a direct threat forms a fundamental dimension of power, and this starving hostage situation tends to increase in importance over time. We are taught that all societies make necessary progress in the establishing of various institutional limits to the arbitrary exercise of physical violence. A nation of citizens afraid are more easily carved out of wood and shaped into a standing army. We are told that that our armed forces, our “Defence Departments” are necessary to institutionalise peace, yet we know that their very existence in our lives demands total war. Your complicity in this constant abuse is as much coercion as it it your birth rite/right.