Either that which we carry essentially, within, is authentically embodied in role, culture and relationship… or else, apparently, our species just goes totally apeshit crazy and produces billions of forms of representational nonsense, poison and war…

Turns out that no physical stairway leads to something inside us. There’s this old problem with the wrong aspect of our human potential trying to kill … everything including itself in a mad bid for nominal omnipotence.

But rockets are backwards.

Everything true is within, and the we have the wrong meaning-root for ‘outside’ us. The beings and stars and worlds beyond our bodies are actually our own [redacted].