Plant, of course, is in the spice. "Walk without rhythm and you won't attract the worm." The worm from David Lynch's Dune craves rhythm, craves spice, and consumes pattern to establish another link in its length. While its existence breathes rhythm--like we consume oxygen--it exudes chaos (carbon dioxide?). Try consuming that. Global warming. Oh my god! Hole in the ozone layer. Holes are where crap falls through. The world is a toilet. The sun shits and we consume: the Son of Christianity sacrifices body and you consume sacrament. The more things change, the more they stay the same. Time and pattern is of no consequence, it is only there for the worm. From who do you consume? Worms crap spice and we consume: oxygen, water, moola, products, sacrament...consumption.
But let's talk fast--fast as in speed, yes, we need to act now--but lets talk starvation. 38 million people in the United States have to choose between buying food and paying bills--check it out, SA Food Bank, or the USDA. These starving, they are resistance by necessity--that imagined utopia Slavoj talks about, where we imagine because we must. I had Muslim roommates, who fasted during Ramadan. I participated, but without any direction. Because you do it, I do it. Let's do it. Starve. Come night, of course, we ate. But somewhere in that 38 million, you did not. Eat.
Someone did not eat. Someone passed. Me, you, we...guilty. Were you eating frozen pizza? Were you guilty? Don't feel bad. Just get out and spyce up the world, man. Don't just change things, change perceptions. Wander. Float the earth and allow something to sever and something to connect. Just don't look back--Lot's wife in the Old Testament turned into a pillar of salt. We still don't know if salt is a hereditary taste or not. But if you can live with that question, then go ahead, look back. Spyce is not just seasoning--as in Iron Chef competitions--but also sea-sunning: 311 band says 'I'm free as I stare at the sea.' Check out the spyce of life, the sea-sunning of perception--see? (I'm) sunning--shining a light on you. Do you believe what you C? Aha, seeing is not so apparent anymore (is it C-ing, seaing, seeing?). But suffering is apparent--you know it exists, you've been there. If you have suffered, you know compassion. Not "no" compassion. You knowledge compassion--you have already made a type of knowledge of compassion: it is relevant, irrelevant, fake, true, believable, stupid, nice, wonderful, yada yada. It exists.
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