I look for signs and wonders where I can find them. I’m not talking about Glory Clouds that rain gold dust or talking bushes. I am on the lookout for any signs of life. I am enthusiastic about the slightest signal I can find that might indicate that someone is trying to carry on their society’s traditions in a meaningful way. Oh, the heck with society. I’ll settle for humanity.
I’ve made a lot of friends all over the world by writing. People have been nice to me and my children. I live a generally isolated life, made more isolated by my family’s refusal to submit to the cult of societal obsolescence. I suffer no pangs of guilt about walking the earth, and look for fellow travelers who want to Keep Going. My wife and I are nothing special, but we are at least a testament to Keep Going, surely.
A while back, a person I never met sent me a computer he didn’t need anymore but I couldn’t afford. I gave it to my son so that he could use it to record all the Unorganized Hancock videos you see here on my webpage. He sent me a greater gift, though I doubt he understood it as such. He sent me a video of his daughter and her friends singing like angels. He sent me testimony that someone else had the same idea I had: Keep Going. These girls are wholesome and lovely and I found the whole thing charming beyond words. My son used that computer I mentioned to turn part of the raw performance video into this nifty little finished product. I meant to post it on my blog a year ago, but I had to Keep Going at something or other and got distracted. Better late than never. The whole concept of “better late than never” is a form of Keep Going, after all.
People post pictures of Darwin all over the Intertunnel but they have no idea what he said, or what it meant. They definitely don’t know that a friar made applesauce of his theories, and the science-is-settled contingent of the last century simply stapled them together and put Darwin on the front like the cover sheet on a TPS Report. Darwin worshipers mistake cowardice, self-absorption, and sloth for wisdom in an uncertain world. I am Spenglerian. Society is an organism, too, if you ask me. All you worshipers of Darwin should maybe wonder what Darwin would have to say about an organism that refuses to defend itself, and won’t reproduce. He’d say it deserves everything it gets.
Morons think there is an alternative to having children and raising them. I don’t. Oh, and by the way, if an emperor moron like Ray Kurzweil manages to upload his meager intellect to a computer, I can assure you this is how it will turn out, and I’ll be first in line to do it:
I am serene in the thought that If I can’t manage it, my kids will do it. Or his will.