Poor nUkeSLaYer... can't even spell his own moniker! Perhaps that's 'cause he's been addicted to alcohol, paranoia, and hemp powder for 30 years. It makes him see existence itself , as a long series of addictions. If that is true ,(even in just HIS life), perhaps he ought to ponder this:
Addicted to the Sky Again
In the beginning was no element, just pregnant vacuum. No life, but potential for every life ever to be lived. It arose. Hurtling across eons like a god of old, vacuum energy unleashing elemental ash, until the planets formed and deep within, a heart. A beating white hot heart, alive as you and me, alive for you and me, and holding up the life sphere of our birth, the goddess Gaia in her elemental form, the goddess uranium, source of all volcanoes, source of earth-fire, source of nourishing warmth, the goddess Kali in her robes of blood and fire, unbounded, swirling ,making death and life together so that all might live--Uranium--the planet fire. Uranium--the one living metal--Uranium, the heart of living Gaia.Beautiful, and white, and giving.Addicted as we were to living, addicted as we were to breath, to life, to feeding at a mother's breast, addicted as we were to destinies like god-men all on high, the future, the human race exalted all on science and the craving deep within to know the all--- the all that stirs the fire in the heart of planets underneath our feet today. Addict me more to sky, to heaven, to spirit and the cosmic all, ennoble me o cosmic mother of my race, and make us soar like gods--addict me to uranium, my gaian fire deep within!
When monkeys crawled, and no addiction loomed , it was so simple. When man arose from monkey, addicted to thought, addicted to gold, to iron, to houses, to cities, to art, to music , to history, o the addictions that came then. For those not addicted never rose, and lie there waiting for the headsman's axe, mere food, a meal for Gaia's children, man addicted to mankind, all ennobled by the rising, and the future's heady ride! Addict for the tools, addict for the song, addict for the mathematics, addicts for the flying, and the dreaming, addicts for the pieta, the ninth symphony, the hajj, addicts for the meccan prayers, addicts for the christ-on-cross, addicts for the wooden ships, and mayan gold, addicts to the astrolabe, the telescope , to enniac, and univac, and cadillac, and common hope of better times. Addicted to the chisel, and the painter's brush, to cell phone, and the heady rush of flying with a parachute all unknown, unheard, unseen, uncontemplated till the great addiction came, and now we stand, the planet--ours. The heavens--ours. The future-- ours, because addiction moves the monkey men and makes them gods again.
Written with a clear head, Buchanan , 2007
tags: indian point uranium Gaia humankind evolution science paradise
