down in the bardo

Throw away your Excesses, slough off your Detritus, pare down to Basics. In the new century, the Myth of the sole rational Actor has been debunked, but the many tentacled, hyper empathetic social Networker will not replace him. No thing shall replace our dying Ethos. The Pendulum swings in all directions at once, and without its metronomic creak keeping time, the Praxis falls flat... a jumble of words where once was an Arc. Two by two, the Words disembark, leaving a dead Husk of a Narrative, like an old battered ship at dry dock.

Take yourself down to the landfill, let them pick out and resell that which others can make use of and throw out the wretched remains. Out with the old; the new starts as a clean pair of feet on the first steps of a long road back home.