honest question

[postethotic]

Why are we so preoccupied with lengthening our lives with technology when technology makes our lives so unpleasantly unlivable with its fast pace and numbing aesthetics [more than aesthetics but right now I can't think of the right words

Comments

[manintheboat]

Have you ever seen teeth and mouths without the advantages of tooth brushes and toothpaste?
I would not call the odor "neutral."

[postethotic]

well. i'm not denying the benefits of technology and grooming behavior and so on

[evan_rickett]

I've been thinking along the same lines through the idea of risk aversion. Before seeing folks we're compelled, some might say coerced, by societal norms, to brush our teeth. Again not for self-concern but for others' concern

[postethotic]

precisely.

only said more coherently.

the summer and the Polish language have taken their toll on my eloquency, i'm afraid

and so. where oh where do we go from here?

[evan_rickett]

To the contrary I think your recent posting has been eloquent in lyricism in ways simple declarative speech misses.

Who really knows where we go? Everyone can feel problems acutely but few see solutions as definitely. I myself occasionally run off to sea to indulge in flagrant hazards that test my singular personhood. This is a place where I am confronted with my own identity by seeing where its limits lie. Essentially if you go to a place of heros and hard men, you can contrast your own softness and find out who you are in the process. Maybe join them some day in their fortitude. It works for me to some degree.

A better question my be not where do we go from here, but where did we come from that leaves us asking these questions. Or why we have these incompatibilities with society that the rest of society either does not share or is content to live with. The reason why we are different my lead to the way to overcome that difference.

[evan_rickett]

me, btw

nobody wants our breath covered

[anonymous]

nobody wants theyr b reath covered, as bad as been punished for a night-street-kissing-crime, we all know and apreciate the fresh nothingness in the taste of waterglass
warmed by the sun of some thursday afternoon.
so blessed we are, the few people that know
the singular taste that the moon after going to sleep left on our dirty mouths.