Soulent Green is made from...




Here green, there green, everywhere a green green.

I have nothing against environmentalism; in fact, I was a tie dye shirt making proponent of Earth Day way back in the early '90's.

But if we want to be truly green, to go beyond the continual lip service of everything and everyone from the presidents of nations to the label on the last shampoo bottle or pack of chocolate pudding you purchased, we must become devotees of the ultimate, Supreme Being-sponsored form of recycling: reincarnation.

After all, if a toilet paper tube can be reformed from what's left and made into the parchment upon which the next great American novel is penned or upon which the photographic second coming of eighties fashion is printed, how much more can the gossamer silk of your immortal soul be carefully placed into the reincarnation bin by some cosmically conscious creator, and spun anew into something superficially more or less than it is now, and yet still with a purpose and a place?

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"We all feed the worms and trees, so don't be shy." -- Homme, et. al.

Comments

Todd Camplin said…
Great to hear from you. I'm a more into Nietzsche's eternal return.
9:24 PM
Anonymous said…
I came over from Heff's when I saw a mention of Deep Purple. Now you're talking my kind of thang!

Wil Harrison.com
10:01 PM
Heff said…
"Soylent Green IS PEOPLE !!!! IT'S PEOPLE !!!!"
10:51 PM
ghartstein said…
I'm thinking Logan's Run...renew! renew!
12:55 AM
Azathoth100 said…
See now, reincarnation is one of the scariest thoughts to me. The fact that who I am will be fogotten and I'll have to start a life all over, and go through it all again, SCREW THAT! if there's no Heaven then just let me rot in oblivion. Coming back is fine for some I guess, but let me rot in peace.
2:43 AM
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