There’s something silly I don’t quite understand about this Brave New World.
This idea of owning all of life; like this ecology was for sale. Like silk didn’t have an endless supply. Or it’s as if the Sun might be for sale.
I watch humans try to conquer the World Wide Web like it’s the new Africa. Exclaim arlgorityhmic theory to parcelize art and idealism. To give valuation to emotion and productivity metrics to compassion.
Yet, to me, its seems that inscribing and commodifying information; would be like a colony of coral demanding for it’s next color.
I don’t want a valuation of beauty.
I don’t want an architecture of beauty.
I just want beauty.