|Digital Cuttlefish in a rare publicity photo|
Though it promised us trips through the stars, Cryogenics, and yes, flying cars, Science fiction must bow To our science facts now… That’s the word from our robot on Mars.
There’s this church, and there’s that church And there’s seven more in town And they disagree on what God thinks— His will can’t be nailed down
My pastor tells me “God says this” My neighbors say he’s wrong My relatives have different views But mostly get along
For every view their God supports A thousand are dismissed… We’d have to work it our ourselves If God did not exist.Said one anonymous audience member, “Its words are so wrong, but they sound so right.”
I could hear him over the speaker singing, ‘Do Be Do Be Do Be Do.’ I thought he was just singing in his native language. Then I wondered if he was really reciting a mantra. Maybe DC thinks he exists in a state of doing and being. I wondered what that would be like. So I closed my eyes and let DC’s words overwhelm me. So I found myself in new world. A world where love and identity wasn’t tied to gender and men can hold purses. Where voices spoke the truth about a distant land. A world grounded in science but motivated by the heart. Where men and women fight for the truth from different prospectives. Where the winds from the North only bring enlightenment, and not cold. A world of moving pictures and alien skies. In the winds from the South, voices from the past direct me to a hill. A man on top of the hill said don’t look at him. Look at the sky. I looked up, expecting to see a blagging spirit, but instead, I saw stars. Billions of stars. I realized that I was in a universe that was far greater than any God humanity could imagine. Though it didn’t care about me, I could accept it. Because this universe is all there is, and all I would ever need. I felt at peace. Then I opened my eyes, and realized that I was only attracted to women and my job stinks. Still, it felt great to touch the freethought universe, if only for a little bit. Thanks Digital Cuttlefish!
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