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Author: Ron
Started: 11/04/05
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Published: 11/04/05
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The Glass TarantulaOutline: My observations of the early Internet and my hopes for it (written 10yrs ago) Fibre optics spinning webs of light-speed thought within our heads. Global mind of woven glass replaces our synaptic paths with media mogul's twisted maths. Virtuality rules supreme in worlds of surrealistic dream that we cannot but help partake in desperate need of vain escape. Sad and lonely Man succumbs to virtual sex and laser guns, a world apart from natural life with Earth's realities of death and strife. Those who lead and those who need will worship with a different creed, and never meet or never feed from common fruit of the technology seed. Third world gone and first world won, space invaders, hours of fun, while all around the hungry die, trying to catch the Tarantula's eye with dreams whose passwords are denied. Up-links, down-links, modems, disks, interlaced to reduce risk of accidental erased thought, of anything that can be bought and sold without a second thought. Buy it low and sell it high and never question who or why, and never give a friend in need an ounce of help so he can feed. Third world debt is first world gain. Ignore the gap and awful pain of people left out in the rain. Just squeeze them tight and bleed them dry and never look them in the eye as they curl up and slowly die while pleading for a slice of pie. Porche and chips on casino night; apportion blame and leave the fight, not caring that borsht without chips is another man's plight in a dying Empire crumbling in a failing light. Mortal allies, armied in the East, broke the back of Europe so we all could feast. Never backed down once, held the Vicious Front, perished by the million so that we could number billions in a freedom-loving West. But now the war is won, and twenty-nine wars on we are reversed. For now we march without the right in power and strength and financial might, across a battlefield of numbers that requires no sight. Fibre optics spinning webs of light-speed thought within our heads. Global mind of woven glass supplants our conscience with a crass mentality blind to fact. Think it, do it, can't look back. Move so fast that in our track is a wake of energy blazing black. Light-speed flight on electron wings, hark the Herald Angel sings in glory to financial Kings. Chess with numbers, Master Class, Knight takes Rook and kicks some arse, while automatics make a farce of all good will and offered heart. Man-made lines on God-made land, different prices, different hand. One-world thought and two-world deed as webs of glass increase their weave. Spider's nest of knitted thought, who sold what and who has bought? Web vibrating, plays the tune, fills all ears from Earth to Moon with music from a country's tomb. Instant play-back, here's the news, War on Earth has brought the Blues in full and mournful strains of woe to entertain you in our show. What you see is what you get when a photon with a message is transmitted though the net. Instant conscience, black or white? Never mind the consequences think about the fight. Armchair warriors soaking-up the fun, a million fleeing refugees running from the gun. Hum the web and sing your song while virtual cameras lead the day on close encounters with the prey. Struggling fly in silken thread is on the net but not yet dead. Zoom-in close and watch his eyes, careful, careful, just in time. Now cut and paste to all our files then bin and loop again. Photon food for warp-1 mood and hardly time to sit and brood on rules outdated, slow and crude. No news is bad news and all news is bad; makes one ashamed to feel so glad when a fractal of happy is mirrored in sad. Fibre optics spinning webs of light-speed thought within our heads. Global mind of woven glass replaces Nation States with mass opinion that, when added up, outvotes the thoughts of Capitol. Revolution down a wire; leave no name just a desire to change the future with a thought, Then check the net to see who's caught in electron threads vibrating taught. One-world thought and one-world deed, evolution jumps a creed, to one that can be read by all in a language made from light and shaped just like a ball. Photon showers, pulsing down the line, carry all our hopes and dreams through roller-coaster glass-walled seams, while sprinkling us with stardust spells that fall from upturned knowledge wells. Warriors war and thinkers think; in between there is the sink where mass Humanity sits to drink and contemplate his lot. Fibre optics weaving threads of light-speed conscience in our heads. No excuses, no more lies, file-size rules without denying anyone a single voice. One-man thought is one-world vote. Ivory tower and shark-filled moat is no defence against the noise of peaceful, silent, personal choice. Hum the web and sing your song by placing thought where it belongs, inside the mind of other folk who see the lies as politics' joke, for shields whose structure bursts apart from the slightest touch or the tiniest poke. Light is truth, or so we're told. Behold a photon big and bold that represents both young and old. White is white and black is bright in thought-illuminated sight. No dark Demon of the mind can dwell in shadow when we find a spark of thought from all Mankind. Universes twinkling bright, banishing eternal night while feeding us with crystal sight. Fibre optics weaving threads of light-speed conscience in our heads. Global nest of woven thought, hum the Flaxen Glass Report and sing A Spider's Need for Love, on electron wings with heart of dove. Glide in freefall arm-in-arm. Speak in eyes without a sound. Know you're safe above the ground where only conscience flies. Leave your body far behind and float in images of mind that pull you from within. Feel that texture, hard and firm; holds you up and makes you learn of worlds beyond your own. Floating worlds of cloudscape pink, soaring o'er Life's great sink in dreams of 8-way perfect sync'. Each one locked-on to one-thought world. Perfect symmetry, dream unfurls. Catch a speed-star by the tail and sail above yourself. See your mind in light-speed zone as time slows down and then is gone. One-mind dive and one dream more, added to a dozen score that found the key and allowed me to soar - outside the claustrophobic confines of a mind-locked door! Free your conscience, feel the air, blowing hard and blowing fair to part your mind and straighten hair. Hum the web and sing my song, time stands still for a gathered throng who think in terms of wide, not long. Spiral Space pulls from within; with the help of infinity, which holds us all in spiral spin. Black hole draws us ever in towards its cosmic spiral spin and weaves for us a net so slim that all inside are caught. Deep-sea trawler of the mind, trail your trawl without a bind and scoop for us a deed so kind that war's no longer fought. Glass Tarantula building nests of crystal spirals in the West. (c) Ron Hiles '95 - ronhiles@gmail.com |
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