without a benefit of a doubt, attempting to persuade a drunk.
the 1960s children treat the internet / computer: not as a thing that requires content, but requires utility... in the same way the 1980s children treat the television as a: waste of space... that said, 1960s children: now nearing 60 have this envisioned (concerning the internet): internet banking and shopping online... the principal point of the internet can be congested into two uses: banking and shopping... the grey area in between? art for art's sake argument... yet the two most useful enterprises with regards to the internet are: banking, and shopping... i'm still fascinated by the existence of postmen... mailing a postcard? we haven't lived in better times... but we also haven't lived with an immediate nostalgia... the immediacy of nostalgia is the current historical enzyme it would seem... at least in the 19th century there was a nostalgia concerning ancient greece among the germans... now? i'm nostalgic about 1998... because occupying my mind with the entire spectrum of human history is equate to: a claustrophobic cube inside a much larger cube rather than a sphere... see: it aligns, it's not "fidgety"... yes women are more vocal and most painters are men... which has made me to resort to geometry to "paint" by writing... whatever that means: it's still a numbing point that there is an immediacy of nostalgia hanging in the current year, while at the same time the "completeness" of human history... and that massive "void" in between... this has entire surrealism of attracting a *in stasis observation... i really have a fixation concerning animate things being asleep, or instilled as un-moveable... a bit like conjuring Sisyphus saying to counter the punishment: can't move this rock... in turn morphing his ego in the rock, and leaving his body as a mountain... but i am a man punished with a history of immediate nostalgia, rather: written by an immediacy of nostalgia... at least in 19th century germany i could have had a regard for ancient greece... god is an indigestion in my mind, compared to the congestion via the universe and it's apparent "awe generation"... might i look at these ******* pebbles while you look at the stars? popular physics is akin to popular biology... mind numbing, popular science, well, perhaps it doesn't have heretics burning at the stake, but it has cognitive ostracisation: to have breathed the air, toiled the land, and had no eureka, having died the death of an elephant upon the savannah... to have lived a life not having to complain... but rather complaining while dying... to have lived a life by complaying while dying... and made sense of dreams... and having abandoned the rigid structures... the universe: i am sure - does not allow geometry... and if i wrote but one word without writing this? it would be treated as a noteable herald; back into archetypes the pyramids, or the void of a "beginning"... shame though: that the aztecs are extinct and we do not note what their pyramids were used for... ah... but we "know": guillotines... sights of capital punishment... well... because why would it be so ******* awe-inspiring looking at a gigantic grave, in a desert?