Mandemic

"The Fall of Man" by Peter Paul Rubens  (1628-9)

One wonders about the primeval rain forest before the fall. In your next meditation, conjure a time in which there was no industrialization or consequent green gases and or even the utterance with which to refer to them, just a luscious stillness in which the profusion of vegetation and wild life existed in the absence of thought—but did exist despite the old theoretical problem of the leaf dropping in the forest with no one there to see it. Biblically “And God made man…” But in probability man is simply a chance phenomenon which went viral. Look at the advent of humankind as a pandemic from which the world is still suffering, after effects. Sulfurous fumes bilging through smokestacks, birds grounded by oil slicks, pneumatic drills opening up sidewalks, garbage compactors and car alarms creating noise pollution are just a few symptoms of the disease. Human life is, in all probability a singularity, and aberration. Despite the attempts to explore deep space, it’s unlikely any similar viruses or bacterias are likely to be unearthed.

read "The Wormhole Society" by Francis Levy, The East Hampton Star

and listen to "Don't Leave Me This Way" (1976) By Thelma Houston Houston