#Walking up a trail to Burnt Knob in Iroquois Park, I saw three deer with their tails up running upslope across the trail in front of me. I hear crashing in the underbrush, much noisier than a deer, noisier even that a squirrel (squirrels make an amazing amount of noise running on the ground through leaf litter). I spot a man, about my age--mid-sixties--picking his way clumsily through the underbrush and green thorny brambles that were already sprouting well before the equinox. 1/
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tinydoctor (tinydoctor@mstdn.social)'s status on Sunday, 24-Mar-2024 02:47:09 JST tinydoctor - simsa03 likes this.
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tinydoctor (tinydoctor@mstdn.social)'s status on Sunday, 24-Mar-2024 02:49:03 JST tinydoctor I wondered if he tried to follow a game trail that petered out, or was inexperienced enough to break trail straight up the hill. I walked on, as, like deer, I do not care for noisy people in the woods.
As I reached the edge of the pocket prairie on top of Burnt Knob, I heard and then saw the same man coming up behind me. I saunter, he was marching. He was playing a podcast, or some audio on his iParasite, a man's voice rhythmically intoning "Jesus" one word in every five or so.
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tinydoctor (tinydoctor@mstdn.social)'s status on Sunday, 24-Mar-2024 02:49:38 JST tinydoctor Now, I look askance at anyone playing noise, music or otherwise, or talking into their phone while afoot in the open air. I regard it as a disturbance of the peace, the peace I seek "walking up and down in the earth, and going to and fro in it." So, I looked askance, giving Jesus man my best evil eye. I took the right hand road, he took the left.
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tinydoctor (tinydoctor@mstdn.social)'s status on Sunday, 24-Mar-2024 02:51:30 JST tinydoctor The paved, pedestrian only road around Burnt Knob is a meandering loop. Against whatever I have instead of hope I met the same man, same #Jesus every five words, coming around a bend where I often see deer or an occasional wild turkey. I looked him in the eye, and said, "You could hear #God if you turned off that noise." He put down his head, and walked faster, putting distance between himself and me, and, I presume, God.
A fortress is my pod.
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tinydoctor (tinydoctor@mstdn.social)'s status on Sunday, 24-Mar-2024 02:53:18 JST tinydoctor I have thought for a long time that #cyborging ourselves to these devices, the nodes of the iniquitous, now ubiquitous digital parasite, involves a kind of atrophy of our extended ghost limbs, the sensate pseudopods we push out into the world. Walking past the man with his machine Jesus, I thought we have replaced the voice of God. Now, I don't believe in God, but I have heard the Voice Of.
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tinydoctor (tinydoctor@mstdn.social)'s status on Sunday, 24-Mar-2024 02:55:15 JST tinydoctor The whispers, and shouts, of angels, demons, and spirits have been replaced by words grinding out of the faux satanic mills we carry in our pockets. The voices in the machine are now the voices of the machine, #AI now grinding up human speech and vision into a recombinant slurry of ex-meaning. The atrophy of apparition. The caves of our souls no longer painted with dream animals, not even with graffiti, but decaled over with the spiritual equivalent of horrific sub-Hello Kitty.
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tinydoctor (tinydoctor@mstdn.social)'s status on Sunday, 24-Mar-2024 02:57:02 JST tinydoctor We no longer build our own fortresses *against* God, against the inrush of the real, we let the fraud of the machine within the machines prechew the walls for us, like termites defending the mound.
Damn, I'm cranky this morning. #talkingtomyselflettingyoulisten
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band@octodon.social's status on Sunday, 24-Mar-2024 03:35:37 JST band @tinydoctor nice one for my Zeitgeist mood
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simsa03 (simsa03@gnusocial.jp)'s status on Sunday, 24-Mar-2024 11:52:15 JST simsa03 When they opened the asylum, they gave the madmen a mock phone so that their meandering voices turned inside out would be socially acceptable, like they're talking to someone on the phone, not their minds to them, out loud. What the tech Samaritan overlooked was that they created a whole new species of humans, clinging to mock phones in order to pratt what their ghosts told them inside. The dissolution of the distinction of inner and outer was one thing, to make it a business plan quite another. We breed the humans we need to cultivate the business opportunities we love.