I envision a future in which man is judged by his peers and by society solely on his creation – on his music, on his art, on his invention. Where every human life is valued because every human life is the potential for creation. And where people understand the following: Respecting every individual’s ability to create is respecting society as a whole, for stability comes from diversity, and diversity comes from freedom.

There are those who say if everyone received everything they ever needed, then nobody would ever work. That may be true. I also, however,  believe that we need to create. It’s in our blood, it’s in our spirits. It’s human. I believe that if everyone received food and clothing and shelter, we wouldn’t actually cease to make progress — in fact, I believe we would make more progress. You may ask, what incentive is there? Why would anyone waste time creating? The answer is quite simple. It’s not respect from colleagues. It’s not the survival of the human race, even. It’s individual. It’s selfish. It’s the sheer feeling of accomplishment. The very pride in our individual selves that defines us as separate and distinct from others. It’s that happiness in becoming something tangible, something real and solid and definite, that one feeling that no amount of money could ever buy.

You don’t get that feeling? Well I do. But only when I separate myself from the expectations of others. Only when I separate myself from the constant pressure of retaining the ability to survive. But when those needs are met, when I feel completely safe — from financial collapse, from judgment — that’s when I look ahead. That’s when I strive forward. And I believe that every single human being in this world was born with that capacity. The desire to look forward, to create, to be.

Can every man be an artist? Perhaps not now, but I envision a future in which he can. In which manual labor can be done with our inventions alone and our minds are free to wander and wonder. To search the great vastness of this universe, but first, to understand our planet and ourselves. Every man was born an artist. And every man is capable of so much creative ambition, if only he didn’t have to worry about the little things. Those little things that are necessary for our survival, but by no means sufficient for our happiness. Once we can look past the little things, only then will we be able to truly come together and free our minds from the constraints of our bodies. Only then will the sheer brilliance of our ideas, in all their radiant, sparkling color, explode us into the darkness of the unknown. And the starlight emanated from each of us individually, together, will reach the deepest corners of our universe. The beginning, the end, and the spaces in between the lines. Truth will kneel before us, unreservedly, and offer us Perfection. And we will, without hesitation, accept.

I am will not be in Technicolor. I will not be in Greyscale. I will be in Black And White.

I am writhing now. I am bound by the limits of my humanity. I am tethered by reality. By my organicity. I am frustrated. The Human Headache.

I am pulsating. An ugly mass without shape or form. Brown and grey, red and green, hairy and looming and fetid. An impure organism lost in the abyss of white, lost in the pureness of Truth. I am not Truth. I am disgusting.

Lazy, ugly, stupid. I see so much more than what I am. I feel so much more than what I show. I am bound by my laziness, by my ignorance, by my incompetence. But not by my dreams.

I think people who kill themselves want to stop Living, but don’t want to stop Dreaming. They want to stop Needing but don’t want to stop Feeling. They are frustrated by their inability to be the people they wish they could be.

I will be strong. I will not waste time. I will change who I am wherever and whenever I see improvement.

I will learn. I will grow, I will evolve, mutate, create something pure out of the impurity.

I will not be subjective. I will be polite, but I will not be kind. I will not be selfish, but I will be self-serving. For Truth does no favors. Truth does not care who lives and who dies, who feels joy and who feels pain. Truth is only correct or incorrect. Right or Wrong.

I WILL:

1. SEEK. Seek and Understand All Knowledge.
2. EXUDE. Exude Fire and Passion, Raw Truth and Life.
3. PERFECT. Stabilize Physical Form. Perfect The Shell.
4. CONNECT. Expand The Shell. Lead Others. Create Systems Of Instantaneous Knowledge Transfer.
5. LEAD. Lead Humanity. Explore The Universe.
6. DISCOVER. Discover All Secrets. Become All Truth.

We like to think we’re pretty awesome, we humans. After all, we’ve “mastered” the whole, you know, surviving thing. Our ancestors didn’t freeze when it got rllycold. And stuff.

Furthermore, we’re smart, aren’t we? We create cool gadgets to do things for us. And to entertain us.

But we are far from perfect beings. We are animalistic yet intelligent, emotional yet logic-minded. Whatever happened to truth being simple and beautiful? We, by those standards, must be far from truth.

We are a society in which porn exists simultaneously with higher mathematics, and where one person can enjoy both in the same day, hour, minute. Where the physical and the intellectual necessarily collide. Are we animals or are we something more? Are we purely chemical-reactionary or is there something more complex going on? Can anything more complex coexist in a stable form with our simpler chemical mechanisms?

Should it?

What would we, as a society, be like without sex? I won’t impose my own ideas upon you, but it would be something to think about. Aside from religion, aside from the problem of reproduction, aside from it, you know, feeling good.

You think I’m joking, but really there’s nothing to joke about. We are biological and organic and awkward. We have broken the mold by reaching for the stars, by thinking about the world around us, and now we must choose to go all the way or continue a naturally awkward existence, the latter of which may lead to our early demise.

Perhaps this is not the point in human history to bring this up. We do, after all, have a long way to go before  robotics and cognitive science produce any major breakthroughs in innately enhancing our life experience. Perhaps, in a couple of decades, we will be ready to move beyond the constraints of our organic bodies.

When that time comes, though, we will be sexless and pure. We will be simple and beautiful. We will be Truth.