Mechanism? I'm want to stop seeing myself a group of parts. I want to stop seeing myself as a stomach and a heart, two lungfuls of air, a brain thinking deterministically, twisted intestine, hands, feet, the various fluids and membranes. I need to get myself out of Descarte's materialistic dualism and Newton's clockwork world, the idiot-universe. I am not a machine!
Yes, "I" is the machine. The vehicle. Note the manner in which the inhabitants of an automobile will move contrary to the motion of the automobile. Press the gas, and the passengers are thrown back. Hit the brake, and they are propelled forward. Want to find out what's inside "I"? Hit the brake.
You are the voice inside your given body. Your body is a machine, you are the driver, or spirit. It's all in the sig quote man. This was very well written and I enjoyed it very much. Remember, your body is a machine, you are not.
But I am my body. Machines are assembled, bodies grow. Aside from grafts and transplants (internal grafts), we come from one cell, alive, never assembled. Even the transplant and host have to grow together and mesh. I don't agree that spirit and body are seperate, except in abstraction.
i love the idea of putting the human mind body and spirit in such a reduced and literal form. its a very cool poem
I'm really liking your themes here lately, Trippin! An excellent excercise in the duality of body and soul, which really are as one. We are indeed more than a set of instructions in the RNA. Oddly enough, this made me think of cyborgs and the terminator... haha we're all liquid titanium shells around a little black box, our battery slowly dying. Fight the scientologists!
Ok, I see what you're saying. I just happen to be a very abstract person. It works both ways I guess, that's cool. Keep the work a'comin.
It's lovely, a complete statement. I liked how you lumped the brain (read mind) in with every other part of the machine and declared the universe dumb. It takes the material's absence of a soul that extra step further.
