Human Desire


To be human is to desire to be unhuman.


We adorn, we transform, we abstract, and then we redefine.


The human race strives for complete abstraction.


One day the human will not exist, not as it were, but it will become something completely unlike itself.


The human will control nature including itself; controlling its very evolution.


We will fabricate our biology and merge with our creations.


In time, all things past seem barbaric to the human, even itself. The ultimate orgasm of abstraction.

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  • BoxMyHeart

    Everything is different in retrospect. Hindsight is 20/20 and we are always evolving our evolution. Lovely, thanks for that nice read.

    • Sunshinefalling

      Thanks. I wrote this thinking of how humans will merge with technology overtime and human genome editing. Both foreseeable. Seems to be uniquely human ... the desire to be unlike its natural self. From jewels to plastic surgery to literally becoming our own makers. To become other than what we were.

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