There is something to love about a tumor. It tries so very hard to eek out its existence and live its best possible life. They’re so successful, tumors, they send off little agents waiting to sprout like seeds and grow, and grow, and grow, and grow, ad infinitum. How big has little HeLa grown, now that she’s been released from her original packaging?
It’s just a tumor. Give it special significance and it’s still a tumor that will eventually disrupt the critical systems that feed it. I think it’s fair to assert that tumors are pretty obvious in the larger body of humanity once they’ve settled in and gotten comfortable, begun to metastasize a little, really spread its tendrils.
I love this tumor, it feeds me and gives me a life of higher comfort and heights of consumption. I need it to live. At this point to remove the tumor would be to remove critical systems of support for the larger body.
We would never survive its removal, and if we did we would likely succumb to the diseases of our ancestors.
Let’s redeem this tumor, by loving it and seeing its place in ourselves. Only a callous or blind person would choose to remove the poor little tumor, for it is no longer a parasite, but a lesser manifestation of ourselves.
I would like to conclude with a genuine thanks to Henrietta Lacks, who’s immortality would probably not be possible without capitalism. A shout out also to my homie capitalism, where the racism that justifies the exploitation of people like Henrietta is a feature not a bug, just another determinant in this moral luck that sounds a lot like fatalism.
Also ffs some self awareness, if you don’t know what you’re made of morally get out there and find out. accept it or change it whatever we’re all god’s little tumors or whatever
Representing option C, subjective reality is full of love and beauty but damned if it isn’t rare in a bunch of self important apes. Animism makes lumps of flesh in a deterministic reality as redeemable as rocks. Don’t blame the rock that shattered your window, blame god.
Seriously this is fun and the second time I wanted to leave you a tip and didn’t want to put my credit card info into whatever that is you use for reader support. Make it easier and I got a $40 tip for you PB. Get out there and have an ethical end of the run salmon dinner on me.
There is something to love about a tumor. It tries so very hard to eek out its existence and live its best possible life. They’re so successful, tumors, they send off little agents waiting to sprout like seeds and grow, and grow, and grow, and grow, ad infinitum. How big has little HeLa grown, now that she’s been released from her original packaging?
It’s just a tumor. Give it special significance and it’s still a tumor that will eventually disrupt the critical systems that feed it. I think it’s fair to assert that tumors are pretty obvious in the larger body of humanity once they’ve settled in and gotten comfortable, begun to metastasize a little, really spread its tendrils.
I love this tumor, it feeds me and gives me a life of higher comfort and heights of consumption. I need it to live. At this point to remove the tumor would be to remove critical systems of support for the larger body.
We would never survive its removal, and if we did we would likely succumb to the diseases of our ancestors.
Let’s redeem this tumor, by loving it and seeing its place in ourselves. Only a callous or blind person would choose to remove the poor little tumor, for it is no longer a parasite, but a lesser manifestation of ourselves.
I would like to conclude with a genuine thanks to Henrietta Lacks, who’s immortality would probably not be possible without capitalism. A shout out also to my homie capitalism, where the racism that justifies the exploitation of people like Henrietta is a feature not a bug, just another determinant in this moral luck that sounds a lot like fatalism.
Also ffs some self awareness, if you don’t know what you’re made of morally get out there and find out. accept it or change it whatever we’re all god’s little tumors or whatever
Representing option C, subjective reality is full of love and beauty but damned if it isn’t rare in a bunch of self important apes. Animism makes lumps of flesh in a deterministic reality as redeemable as rocks. Don’t blame the rock that shattered your window, blame god.
Seriously this is fun and the second time I wanted to leave you a tip and didn’t want to put my credit card info into whatever that is you use for reader support. Make it easier and I got a $40 tip for you PB. Get out there and have an ethical end of the run salmon dinner on me.