Am I a man or a machine? This anthropological question no longer has an answer. We are thus in some sense witness to the end of anthropology, now being conjured away by the most recent machines and technologies. The uncertainty here is born of the perfecting of networks.
We have entered a period of epistemological chaos. The true condition of our world, indeed the very nature of our phenomenal reality, including agreement regarding the meaning of knowledge itself, is completely up for grabs.
Michael Alan’s studio spilled with art—some pieces were bubble wrapped, some scotch-tapped haphazardly to the walls, some finished and others in progress. Masks, sculptures, costumes, paintings and sketches bled in from the peripherals.
It has always been tempting for thinkers and historical observationalists to overlay a narrative onto to what they have known of the world; humans have a long and colourful history in the denial of contingency, in the art of myth, and of fevered teleological dreams.
The way we see the world is always changing because the world is always changing. If everything is in a constant state of flux, then how can there be objective knowledge?
"Banish the word 'struggle' from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we have been waiting for." — Hopi elders
