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Mother Nature – a genetic engineer.
thousands of years of crossbreed.

The True and the Made are convertible,”
“the True is precisely what is made”

Luckily there is still company – human and not human

The problem is that the rich and spoiled want a zero-risk society.
We should stop being so overprotective.

Without stories of progress the ruin glares at us
being stuck on this cosmical speck

Are we just Worms writ large?

To see things in the seed, that is genius!

The world into which you wish to take us is really too fantastic, Mr. Pasteur!

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Matter feels, converses, suffers, desires, yearns and remembers.

“There’s plenty of room at the bottom –
on the edges of capitalist discipline
on the edges of scalability

What would happen if we could arrange the atoms one by one the way we want them?

We’re inside of what we make, and it’s inside of us.

Our machines are disturbingly lively, and we ourselves frighteningly inert. Life – a window of vulnerability

Affective layers
Emancipatory molecularism and collective struggle
Body on the form of the molecular
Access on hormones of bodies in prisons

our time, a mythic time, we are all chimeras, theorized and fabricated hybrids of machine and organism

The cyborg would not recognize the garden of Eden

the concept of substantial equivalence
Generally recognised as safe

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The seed is rotten under their clods, the garners are laid desolate, the barns are broken down; for the corn is withered… The beasts of the field cry also unto thee: for the rivers of waters are dried up, and the fire hath devoured the pastures of the wilderness.“

More bread- You can’t build peace on empty stomachs!

An airplane flew along the rainbands of the hurricane, and dropped nearly 180 of crushed dry ice into the clouds.The crew reported “Pronounced modification of the cloud deck seeded“.

More paranoia.
Even more search for the perfect, Risk-free world – Total nonsense!

Swallowing the doctor!
We’d love to hear what Richard Feynman would have had to say about “swallowing the teacher.

—– mycoplasma genitlium

How to overcome blasted landscapes?
Here is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter

To create this incredibly rich environment of plants with this amazingly small amount of data

Look Ma! No Soil! Look Ma! No Soil! Look Ma! No Soil!
The “cinder” would become a garden.

The cannibal-eye of masculinist extra-terrestrial projects for excremental second birthing.

How to make a Life? How to make a Life?

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—– genesis