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The comparison between dead objects and live objects seems quite obvious. Live objects are genetic machines and dead objects are not.
But in systematically twisting away what properties generally exist in live objects we render an uncomfortable vision of a creature that is both alive, and dead.
Jump to empathy. If a genetic machine fails to empathize with other genetic machines, is it truly alive? Perhaps. What if this machine fails to empathize with even itself? Is it still alive? Perhaps, but less visibly.
Empathy, provided and given, is the solution to all of a living creature's problems. In receiving all the materialistic problems seem less important, and in giving there is purpose far greater than any that can be found in a materialistic interaction.
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My mind is chaotic. It has been so for what seems a long time now. Not in the years, but in the weeks and months. My emotions take a hold of me and I fall victim to their arbitration of what it is that I see. If I see a certain past, or a predictable future, or an empty present, then it is because it is dictated by my sub-conscious and there is little I can do to oppose its will.
I have pondered the problem. I am in touch with my sub-conscious, more than most, but not enough for time passes often without my awareness of what is happening. Often, I do not have the energies to face the transitions it so desperately wants me to pass through. Pressures of every day life, small as they may be, have made me accustomed to a slight form of repression.
These states render me restless. In restlessness, I fail to sleep. In failing to sleep, I sleep much later, and my overall sleep time is compressed quite monumentally. Yet, I dream more. Or perhaps, I remember my dreams more. This is because humans and their REM sleep generally tries to stay consistent no matter how much sleep you get. Hence, if you sleep less, a larger proportion of your sleep will be spent in that state. The REM state is the dream state. Since I generally sleep so little now, I almost always awaken in the middle of a long dream. I remember my dream, for there is no time spent after the REM state to forget. I am tossed into reality which now absorbs the lucid memory of a completely alternate reality created by the very sub-conscious I cannot seem to access in the waking hours.
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Known now. Dead, because there is was no empathy. Dead, because I have lost all my hope in empathy. Dead because I believe, somewhere, endlessly, that if enough love is given then love will be received. Dead now, because I absorb the past and regenerate for the future.
Dead because there is no empathy in the present. Dead because I will not believe in any empathy given to me. Dead because I saw an awakened moment, where I was truly alive, in a dream. Dead because i now know why, and therefore, what I am.
Dead because I am trying to recuperate and any little hope I may receive that may be shattered will toss me further into oblivion.
I fear people... but I fear most of all those that would attempt to love me, but fall short. And of course, as per the will of my sub-conscious, there is no vision of any other possibility. Always living in fear wondering what will happen, how I will react, not knowing why I cannot simply "be" and exist and be at peace. Because I am not at peace. Because I deserve this time.
Because, like a zombie, I will pick up an axe and ruthlessly cut down anyone who will attempt to deceive me again. There is no empathy where none is given. |
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