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I shall never understand being prejudiced against someone for the physical appearance of their meatsuit, for the coloration and shape of the meat their spirit controls. What does it matter if their meat suit is brown and yours is peach? What does it matter if their meat suit has narrower eyes than yours? How does it impact your life if their hair is coarser than yours? We are all made of meat, we are all going to die some day, and all that will remain of us will be skeletons, decaying meat, and the memories of us in the heads of those who still live. And if that is all we leave behind, would you rather be remembered as a kind, compassionate soul who was nice to people of all meatsuit varieties, or would you rather be remembered as an insufferable racist fuckbrain that pissed people off?

And for those of us who are not full KKK bigoted, but still have some small racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, etc tendencies that have infected our brains like the memetic viruses they are, would you rather take the small amount of effort to attempt to purge those viruses from your mind in order to be remembered more fondly by more people, or would you rather take personal offense at every attempt to point out your memetic ailment and thus make yourself look like an insufferable fuckbrain?

Or does it not matter to you? Perhaps to you, any remembrance past death is fine by you, even if you are immortalized in people's minds as a horrible person? I can see the appeal... people do talk about Hitler and Stalin more than they talk of MLK. But think on this: the more people are horrible, the less impressive it gets, until everyone is horrible and you no longer stand out in the crowd, and you are forgotten.

But if you do care to be remembered positively, maybe you have a better shot at immortality. People tend to remember those who left a positive impression on the world more, and they remember more names of such people. Even if everyone in the world becomes good, the names of the good, of people who helped make the world better, will still be remembered. Utopia can come, and people will still talk of the pioneers of peace. But if everyone turns out horrible some day, who will remember the pioneers of hatred? Those names will get lost in the morass.

If your fire burns only so long, why not use it to warm the cold and cook for the hungry, rather than for burning down buildings and setting people on fire?
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“Electric Meat”
By = Pyrayton Svaenohr

"I am flesh, and flesh is weak.
I am just electric meat.
And in my brain a quantum song
drags my twitching meat along."

"I am a spirit here for sightseeing,
Literally a human, being.
Deathless energy bound to this earth,
Death not an end, just a rebirth."

Emergent property or soul divine?
Which truth today do I make mine?
Did spirit and matter one day enmesh?
Or is the mind created by flesh?

Is there a difference? Maybe both!
Maybe souls are seeds of growth?
God/dess eggs in meat and bone,
And death is Zir* children coming home?

Either way, the flesh is weak.
Would that I weren't made of meat.
We are too fragile, too close to dying,
We can end ourselves just barely trying.

I want a body that will never know death!
A body that grows stronger with every breath!
“What doesn't kill you makes you stronger” is such a myth,
But what if weren't? I want that, forthwith!

Or if not that, then pull back the veil,
For tis the unknown at which we quail.
Give us the certainty, one way or another:
Total end, or return to The Mother?

I don't understand why we don't understand
How and why we're born to this land!
Why must we have fear, the ground to beat?
Are we spirits in bodies, or just electric meat?


* = Zir, a genderless pronoun, is pronounced "zeer."
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Inspired by American Horror Story: Freak Show, and by a post made about how "monster" used to mean a freak of nature.

"Freak of Nurture"
By = Pyrayton Svaenohr

A second head, third arm, third leg,
Or conjoined twin that has died:
Physical deformity is seen as disgusting,
But pales to what is inside.

Being dwarf in stature, I am not sure
Can compare to being small of mind.
And often those with perfect eyes
Are the ones most truly blind.

A second face may seem out of place
And a gruesome physical woe,
But worse is the face some hide inside,
Their true personas, you'd fear to know.

Cleft of palate is on the ballot
As being in need of correction,
But racism, sexism, and homophobia
Would get my vote in that election.

Outward deformities pale to enormities,
And often hide a gentle soul;
But physical beauty is no guarantee,
And could hide a heart made of coal.

Natural freaks elicit gasps and shrieks,
They're the ones that steal the show.
But the real monsters grow in the soul,
So how are we to know?
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"I Envy The Stone"
By = Pyrayton Svaenohr

I envy the stone.
It is matter, and thus energy, and thus alive,
Yet it does not think.
It does not feel.
Or if it does, it thinks simple thoughts,
The thoughts and feelings of a stone.
Thoughts simpler than words, or images,
Thoughts simpler than any feeling we can imagine.

So often, when imagining a consciousness unfathomable by us,
We look to the gods, the goddesses.
We look up.
How often do we look down?
What does an ant think? What does it feel?
What does an aphid believe to be real?
What does a stone think and feel?
Is there an answer we can know,
Is there an answer there for me?
Or is it like trying to imagine a color we can't see?

We think we are so smart, we humans,
With our philosophies and buildings,
Our religions and our tools,
Yet we cannot fathom the thoughts of a stone.
So we call it 'inanimate' to cover our inadequacy.

And life as a human is so fraught with stress,
So fraught with pain,
Forever crowded and forever alone,
That I don't want to live in this mess,
Or be in this brain,
I just want to trade places with a stone.


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