into the loving embrace of the grave

Ya ever think about the fact that corporations are more powerful than ancient pagan gods, with the power to do everything from bringing  people back from the dead to producing virgin births, thanks to their technology;

that google is just another name for the monotheistic mind of God, with the internet being compared to an AI brain of synaptic cell phones (which is wrapped around and killing the planet like a crown of thorns);

that Amazon is just another name for the Garden of Eden, and that "advertiser" is just another name for a "snake"oil salesman;

or that the "profit motive" is really "the love of money" and hence "the root of all evil;"

or that we worship the idea of being as rich as Goldman Sachs like a golden calf, and that we made the former with our money in the very same way the followers of Moses, who sought to build something they could believe in after they had lost faith in their God and each other, had melted down their gold;

that every solder fighting everywhere is Cain and his enemy is always Able;

that climate change is Noah's flood, and the "apple" phone in your pocket not only connects us like an umbilical cord to a "tree of knowledge," but also seduces us like Narcissus  with our own reflection, into an eternal paradise where everyone lives forever, and wants for nothing at all; where our "soul" lives on for all eternity, caught in the utopian dream of Omniscience that is slowly swallowing us all?

And it did this, by first formatting our minds with a binary system of thought about "rights" and "wrongs" we call religion, and convincing us that to be like "god" we had to be more like machines than human, even while using the reward of heaven and the punishment of hell to domesticate us into good little dogs. And that's what Orwell's Animal Farm is really all about.  

It is funny that we call that tree of knowledge the "world wide web," since in the religions of Mesoamerica it was a spider that was the destroyer of worlds, not a serpent.

And as we turned time into money to gild reality with the illusion of progress, the great wheel of history perennially repeated itself  in different guises, as the siren song of salvation lures us all joyfully, into the loving embrace of an eternal grave.