“It is a bitter thought, but you must face it. The planets you may one day possess. But the stars are not for man.” - Karellen
“The important thing is this: to be able at any moment, to sacrifice what we are, for what we could become.” - some homophobe from the 1800s, but even a broken clock, amirite?
"I believe in nothing, therefore anything is possible" - Oui Ennui during a particularly groovy shroom trip after communing with a tree in an old growth forest.
“You have a mismatched pair of genetic characteristics. Either alone would have been useful, would have aided the survival of your species. But the two together are lethal. It was only a matter of time before they destroyed you.You are intelligent, that's the newer of the two characteristics, and the one you might have put to work to save yourselves. The second characteristic? You are hierarchical. That's the older and more entrenched characteristic. When human intelligence served it instead of guiding it, when human intelligence did not even acknowledge it as problem, but took pride in it or did not notice it at all..that was like ignoring cancer." - Jdahya
What are we? Why must we be this way? What could we be if evolution didn't have that pesky, yet fundamental component of time? How could we improve on this "design"?
*How Sway?!?! You ain't got the answers!*
The Pastiche Libra is the result of extant, even instant, evolution. There is Bobby. Epistemologically. No apologies and no astrologies, of the stars, they orbit themselves. As it weren't, and as it shall be. Pastiche Libra is an idea. It is the twinkle in your mother’s eye. You can be radically different. In an instant. Augmented and ameliorated.
The axolotl is novel for many reasons, chief among them its ability for limb regeneration. However what I find most interesting is that they exhibit neoteny, meaning they can live their entire lives in their juvenile form, reaching sexual maturity without undergoing metamorphosis. What if we, as a species, are simply in our juvenile form?
The coat of an Akhal-Teke, with a liquid brain and a fluid mind that supports another life; even selfish acts are reciprocally altruistic. They move as they might. And that is...quite right. A noise annoys none; they put the do before the un. Pastiche Libra: immune to Phædra.
But are they better? Whomn'st is the arbiter? They are.
As collection of songs and a spiritual sister to Sirius Bismuth, Pastiche Libra is not the end, but a snapshot of the current mutation. Inspired by Phillipe Besombes' Libra, Octavia Butler's Xenogenesis Trilogy, Arthur C. Clarke's Childhood's End, and my own personal health struggles, Pastiche Libra is documentation for the transformation.
After surviving what turned out to be only level one in this *really* (not) fun game we're all either playing or watching against our will, I bet myself I couldn't release an album every month until the end of the year. I both won and lost. Whilst watching in bemused awe as my physical form has been remodeled by something mere nanometers in size, I've shouldered something heavier than air by a length; my own Sisyphussian insecurities salted to taste with deadlines. Tell me, is the black box lying? Alas (and I am the Alas-Master, ask anyone) it is time for a change. Pastiche Libra is not goodbye, but it is goodnight. Adieu to this stage. I hope to emerge from the chrysalis changed. Perhaps as a Pastiche Libra.
When? Time Is When. Luckily, time ain’t real, n’est-ce pas?