Fighting the Machines

Our deepest selves is from where our light flows. We have to protect it. Machines do not understand this.

They do not understand unconditional love. They do not and will never understand the solace of opening lifetimes of suffering into its grace. And so they keep us from that grace.

Death isn’t the apocalypse, there has always been death. So much, if not most, of humanity’s creative beauty has been born out of the relationship with death. The apocalypse is disconnect.

Machines are vehicles of misunderstanding not outright opposition. But this can actually be more dangerous. In outright opposition we are in concrete relationship. In relationship, we can connect and heal. In misunderstanding we are in a fog. In fog, we get lost. The light eternal is not gone, there’s enough to keep going. But it’s far away enough, diffuse enough, that years pass without true grace, and we get used to it, this vague graceless state, we go on and get used to believing there’s no harm in a life without fresh connection to transcendent love.