The call to nature, the call of the wild. It has its allure, because of Love, the Love of Mother Nature. Nature, after the fall of Man, has little safety. But even so, Nature is still the remnant of Eden…Nature still has good in it.
Modernity has safety, but no essence. This is why people are repulsed by it so much. Modernity has safety…but safety to do what? Obey the rules? Smell poisoned air? Safety to blend in with the mob? Modernity is missing a vital component - Love. Moderns preach safety but not love. If you step out of line you get hated and punished by the Moderns. If you try to befriend a Modern they’ll say “friendship is against the rules.”
Modernity is not nature. In ancient times, kings were treated as gods. Kings were given harems, slaves, daily backrubs. If we are to be sheltered, are we to be sheltered as kings, or as slaves? Why do you give us elaborate wines, and treat us as kings, but deny us our harems? Why do you insist to be our slaves, but yet you, the slaves, tell us to obey your rules, deny us your hand in friendship, as if we are lesser and unworthy of you, the slaves! If we are to be treated as kings, treat us as kings! Otherwise abandon this cacophony of modernity altogether, a strange abomination of both slavery and kingship, toxicity and health.
And this is why we need the DNA machine. It will make everyone lovable, and capable. Gods will walk this earth. And even a God would take joy in rubbing another God’s feet, or giving themselves freely to another God.
Just today while on my lunch break it started pouring down rain. The job site is surrounded by this thick foliage with huge leaves. I don’t know what these plants are called but they’re like something out of Jurrassic Park. It was very hot and humid, and I was already covered in sweat and sawdust, so I stood in the rain for a few minutes leaning against the railing and listened to the rain drops splattering on these huge leaves beside me. The rain brought up the rich, earthy scent of the soil. Everything was so green, like five different shades of it, and a vast array of colorful flowers speckled everything. It was like standing in a jungle. There are lizards everywhere on this property too. They’re called ‘skinks’… little black ones with stripes of blue, red and purple. You can’t walk five steps without one skittering past you. And when the thunder bursted overhead it set the scene so perfectly. I wanted to take my clothes off and run through the woods like an freaking indian or something. Nobody was around and I coulda, but I didn’t. If the boss came back and saw me I’d be fired for sure.
I used to go jogging in the rain on purpose. No shit. Especially when it was lightening. I’ve always wanted to be struck by lightening. Weird, I know.
This is the problem with modernity, it interferes with Nature, natural behavoir, Love, freedom, and all good things.
You are but a slave, and your merciless boss will punish you for feeling love, feeling free, and enjoying nature.
You know what? I think you’re right. Who is this guy to tell me I can’t run naked in the rain through his customer’s back yard on my lunch break? What does he think I’m some kind of slave or something?
You’ve really opened my eyes today, Trixie. You are great and wise, and I thank you.
You can have sex in public no problem though. And passers-by? Noone gives a shit. So little shit they give, you have to be lucky to get a video of it.
Though I’ve heard that showing your dick in a grocery store can put you in jail, some Jew said so, I don’t know if it’s true.
Love, huh?
Only if you can afford it.
I am all out of love…