Apocalypse Porn

Live by the phone, die by the phone.
Consumed by the detail of distraction.

A disease of science.
Or pathos for digital progression.
Pronounced tek/NOP/athy, not techno/PATHY.
The difference being that the word means a diseased state of understanding.
Rather than sympathy for the digi-daevil.

Rather than obsession with maya,
We must needs recognize the pathogenesis of technology and privacy.
Our autonomy has been hi-jacked by facility and convenience.
Culture's need for speed has murdered common sense,
And all we've been left with is institutionalized ignorance.

Ritualized ignorance has been normalized, apotheosized.
We stare at our phones, ignoring social cues and environmental nuances.
Which may carry grave consequences.
Sequential destruction of the environment seems a small price to pay
For digital supremacy and facility, for fuck's sake.

Communication has become a digital compulsion, a virtual reality.
In effect, the human need to communicate has been replaced
By an idolatrous form of dependency which knows no modesty or humility.
In fact, our beatification of hand held surveillance devices is such that
We would rather be distracted than engaged in the moment.

It is now a customary ritual to ignore each other while checking.
Ignore each other while talking, while interacting, while fucking.
The further we separate from reality as we have known it,
The more catastrophic the divorce proceedings.
This division is perpetuated by malign intent.

Dividing a people is a strategy of conquest.
While we obsess over some temporal circumstance
Meant to divert our attention from the environment around us,
It is all the easier to conquer and destroy a people,
Glued to their fuckin' phones like techno-zombies.

Adoring the image, the appearance, the illusion.
The false idol with flashing lights and edited noise effects.
The devil in your pocket, in your purse, in your soul.
The personal surveillance device electively attached to oneself.
All the profiling, perspicacious pigeon-holing goin' on.

Since all our activities and inquiries are monitored remotely
While we are self-satisfied in our illusory accomplishments,
Every minutia of detail concerning our "free" dumb is being
Analyzed, categorized, and meticulously euthanized.
The custodian xtra-T's R taking the time to get to know their subjects, pre-apo.

The most effective manner to enslave a people is to
Distract them with the illusion of liberty,
The very object of which ostentatiously affords this freedom
Also ensnares the user in a dependency so voracious
Its pathogenicity is concealed by its convenience.

It is much easier to enact change through rhetorical commentary
Than it is to make change with our hands.
The more vestigial our appendages become,
The less we will remember them.
Built for a cage, we will remain satisfied in in our GUI.

This pathological progression of self-absorption the human spirit
Is intent upon at the present, is not increasing our evolutionary advantage.
The absolution of anonymity perpetuated by the abstraction of technology
Is further separating us from the source of being.
Increasing our odds of extinction.

If, "the media is the message" then, we have abandoned reason,
For if the message is to embrace the virtual replacement
Of spatio-temporal existence,
Then, we are doomed to enter a realm where meaning
Has been replaced with appearance / image.

This is the beginnings of idolatry and addiction to illusion.
Tis a diabolical day when the majority possesses no awareness
Becoming victims of circumstance, collateral damage.
No immediate or proximate sense of consequence
This creates an assassin's playground, complete with equipment.

Observing the idolatrous masses gazing at their hand-held eyes,
It occurs to me that, even a crack-head puts down their pipe occasionally.
The status quo will not put their phone down.
Instead, willfully gazing into the abyss of Hades.
Even if it means their own self-destruction.

The techno-addict needs data to justify existence.
Needs information with which to understand corporeality.
Requires removal of reality to become real.
Reel people with reel addictions.
Hook. line, and sinker.

This false idol of technology is a blood god,
Demanding the flesh of innocents to sate it's lust.
It will not be placated by piety, only blood.
Human suffering is its currency,
Having decided that we are finished.

The art of concealment. When the truth will just not be tolerated.
The science of concealment. When the good cannot be permitted.
The skill of concealment, when autonomy will not be admitted.

Science and technology are now serving to conceal the truth.
Yet, their genesis lie in the opposite intent.
An inherent paradox in procedure, whereby repetition and redundancy breed contempt.

The advancements of the technological age have rivaled those of the industrial age.
In that, sweeping changes to procedural protocol are commonplace.
Perpetuating the myth of progress.

It is now easier to gather, share, destroy, and / or mass produce data.
Creating the illusion of liberty and fortuitous gain.
Yet, you cannot eat data and sustain oneself physically.

You can consume data, which may sustain ones social status.
We can use our smartphones to glean an answer to any query.
We can't use our personal technological device (PTD) to solve immediate physical problems.

Which do arise in the melee of life. Indeed, our species would not have made it this far,
Had we not paid a very keen sense of awareness to our physical surroundings.
For things can change in an instance, and often do in this day and age.

Evolutionary adaptations must not be ignored or dismissed lest we be destroyed.
If our ancestors sat around obsessing over one object that answered all questions,
Our species would have become extinct, not possessing the will or the skill to gauge or function within spatio-temporal reality.

Modern culture has its nose buried in a fuckin' smartphone,
Completely ignorant of any immediate or proximate sense of consequence.
More interested in sharing data than surviving another day.

The very technology which ostensibly liberates also enslaves
With the illusion of self importance and distraction of data.
PTD's distract us from the truth, which is right behind our phones.

While we immerse ourselves in an idolatrous manner with our PTD's,
The effect is a ritualized ignorance of our surroundings.
Which leaves us vulnerable to any form of insult.

PTD's have entered the realm of idolatry for they are mistaken
For an end unto themselves, rather than simply the means to an end.
Which they clearly are.

Demonstrated by the fact that they (PFD's) are used to gain something else (data).
They are not an end unto themselves for they cannot self-perpetuate, as we can.
PFD's are a tool used for something other than itself or its consideration.

The technocalypse literally means the concealment of science.
Techne (Greek combining form of science, art) - Kalyptein (Greek, to cover).
The technocalypse is the cover of science, or the science of covering.

Science serves to conceal contemporaneously those facts which those in control
Are acutely aware of, crowds are easier to control than individuals.
And distracted crowds are easily corralled and controlled.

Also, the easiest way to control a people is to give them the illusion of freedom.
Through the very mechanism which acts to control and monitor them.
Provide them with data, while we monitor their activities and impulse.

Creating a profile, with detailed information on how best to handle the user.
So, in the event a liquidation (think soylent green) is required, all persons have a plan.
Every user is accounted for and pre-determined in their dispatch.

Modern technology (PTD's) acts to enslave more than it does to liberate.
It serves to conceal the truth or the reality surrounding us.
Through creation of an abstract virtual realm of facility.

The Eye of Horus (Big Brother / Illuminati / etc.) is now willfully incorporated into
Our everyday toolkit of accessories, our PTD's monitoring our every move / thought / query
While we're sated with the idea of freedom and convenience.

Science conceals the truth of its purpose, which is to control or administer modern slavery.
When children who aren't yet discriminating enough, tacitly accept the premise
That communication is more valuable than action, the future holds bleak.

The image is of more import than substance, virtual reality is more substantial than reality.
All questions have an answer, all slaves have a master, all causes have an effect.
Technology has ensnared us in an abject state of idolatry and distraction.

Technology has covered the truth with facility and virtuosity.
We stare distracted at our PTD's while the world reacts around us.
Oblivious to any sense of physical consequence or contingency.

I suppose the majority will be content in their cage with their PTD.
Being able to imagine freedom through imagery and imogens.
Willfully ignorant of the slippery slope to Tartarus they stand perched atop.