13-30 Paper Airplane
14 April 2018 09:33![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skonen_bladesThis paper airplane has left an arrow of furrowed earth and destroyed buildings in its wake.
This is the danger of ideas.
Something light and fun.
Something to prove aerodynamic principles to children.
A tiny example of what could be done.
What might be possible.
Extrapolated for destruction.
Too often, that is our application.
“Can this be a lever for power?” is the question always asked
Usually just before or after “Can I have sex with it?”
I’ve heard it said that the problem is that we have primitive biology, medieval institutions, and space-age technology.
I don’t think they’re mixing well.
I can’t decide it the world has become more turbulent or if the turbulence that’s always been there has been exposed.
Giving everyone a voice has made me stop wishing to be psychic.
The rivers in a lot of minds are too dark for me.
It feels like the masks are dropping.
It feels like the masquerade is ending.
Like the lights are coming on.
And I don’t like what I’m seeing under the disguises.
The winds these days are too strong
And I feel like a paper airplane in a hurricane
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This is the danger of ideas.
Something light and fun.
Something to prove aerodynamic principles to children.
A tiny example of what could be done.
What might be possible.
Extrapolated for destruction.
Too often, that is our application.
“Can this be a lever for power?” is the question always asked
Usually just before or after “Can I have sex with it?”
I’ve heard it said that the problem is that we have primitive biology, medieval institutions, and space-age technology.
I don’t think they’re mixing well.
I can’t decide it the world has become more turbulent or if the turbulence that’s always been there has been exposed.
Giving everyone a voice has made me stop wishing to be psychic.
The rivers in a lot of minds are too dark for me.
It feels like the masks are dropping.
It feels like the masquerade is ending.
Like the lights are coming on.
And I don’t like what I’m seeing under the disguises.
The winds these days are too strong
And I feel like a paper airplane in a hurricane
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