Post by yjk--- What is your function?
<?>---said;
"There are no passengers on Spaceship Earth. We are all crew.
That's as maybe, but should every member of this crew be pulling
in the same direction for us all to inch that single step forward?
The part played by any single member is too small for him to see
his effects on the whole. The individual functions the way a
cell functions within the host, with no comprehension of the host.
The cell simply does what it needs to do to be used and thus claim
energy. It has no thought for the whole, let alone the journey.
The cell will repeat itself and not care, it will contradict any
stated goal and never know it. What actually are your intentions,
does your singular function suit this intention?
Compared to the infinite, we have no memory. There is nothing as
persistent as a shared memory, accepting for a moment for those
older texts which modernity says we should now do without.
Then there is the composition of the crew, always renewing itself,
and thus always out of phase with the rest of time. Seeing only
what they need to believe, Believing only what they are capable
of seeing, controlled in so many different ways, on the level of
their most immediate perception, existing on the level of what
we claim to share.
Without memory, without perception of this ship or its journey,
we operate in the moment. Simple scripted responses guide us,
simple scripted responses in place of reasoned thought. Habits
are made to persist as the only guide to this thing we take to
as our ... function.
And then the question might be, what was the original intention
of our authors, when they, all those eons ago, first devised that
script? Do we still know, can we still tell? That script which
worked in a certain way, at a certain time, now out of phase with
the demands we are still called to make of it.
There is no flight manifesto to speak of, nothing so real. There
is just what we tell ourselves. The plausible will do in place of
truth. We can't function with this truth, and so we shade our minds
hide our eyes. We dare not look for too long at the sun, its light
scorching, blinding. The journey is long, and only suits those who
say they belong, evolving with no place for the truth, what will
we become.
On function.,
I make keys that is what i do. I make keys for doors no one should
open. In the same way others respond to the headline, to fashion
the next headline with no sense of their effects. Their function is
a mystery even unto themselves. My function is to be used, in the
same way we all used. I am the latest unwitting catalyst to galvanize
a tired industry, one which should long have retired. In this way
we serve.