I Don't Want Them To Believe Me,

Our Technology Forces Us To Live Mythically

Physiologically, Man In The Normal Use Of Technology (or His Variously Extended Body) Is Perpetually Modified By It And In Turn Finds Ever New Ways Of Modifying His Technology. Man Becomes, As It Were, The Sex Organs Of The Machine World, As The Bee Of The Plant World, Enabling It To Fecundate And To Evolve Ever New Forms. The Machine World Reciprocates Man's Love By Expediting His Wishes And Desires, Namely, In Providing Him With Wealth.

The Logos Of Creation, 'and God Said ...' Formed The Basis Of Christian Interpretation Of The 'book Of Nature.

Any Loss Of Identity Prompts People To Seek Reassurance And Rediscovery Of Themselves By Testing, And Even By Violence. Today, The Electric Revolution, The Wired Planet, And The Information Environment Involve Everybody In Everybody To The Point Of Individual Extinction.

Whence Did The Wond'rous Mystic Art Arise, / Of Painting Speech, And Speaking To The Eyes? / That We By Tracing Magic Lines Are Taught, / How To Embody, And To Colour Thought?