“Unfortunately, no one can be told what The Matrix is. You'll have to see it for yourself.”
The fifth and (mostly) final part of dreamers down from the mountains, which would now be super-awkward if I don’t get out the door Sunday, makes Golden Silkworms in Pandora’s Boxlook like a picture-book crayoned by a learning-disabled toddler as his meth-head mother kicks him down the stairs.
But getting all the way there’s a bit of a journey, so I’m opening up its introduction - the first four parts of dreamers down from the mountains - up to everyone with an account at all. And if any of the free accounts make a useful contribution - ask a solid question, point out a mistake, suggest a decent edit even if it’s not used - you’ll get an instant upgrade to a full membership, and same goes for any of the short-term paid members.
(If your screenname on here isn’t directly related to your email, let me know at least the start of your email address before the @-sign, so I can search my users - Substack shows me the emails but not the usernames.)
So don’t worry there definitely aren’t any important holidays coming up this weekend that you should be worried about, take a moment to consider that the world outside you very much seems to be coming apart at the seams - and make the most important decision any of us ever gets faced with.
After all…
Have you ever had a dream that you seemed so sure it was real? But if were unable to wake up from that dream, how would you tell the difference between the dream world and the real world?
dreamers down from the mountains - part iv - חולמים יורדים מההרים: Listen to the ancient whispers of the gods as they try and warn all of us against what happens when humanity forgets where we came from, and we attempt to break away from the stories that forged us.
No big read for me. I have spring garden chores to perform after I'm going bluegill fishing!
I do sympathize with the down from the mountain part, humans are really out of touch with the biology of the planet and are now pounding those useless plowshares (because the soil is shot) into swords to take their neighbors stuff (again).
No big read for me. I have spring garden chores to perform after I'm going bluegill fishing!
I do sympathize with the down from the mountain part, humans are really out of touch with the biology of the planet and are now pounding those useless plowshares (because the soil is shot) into swords to take their neighbors stuff (again).
/Sets aside Sunday evening…