Crude Staple

Crude Staple
Climbing up the beanstalk
The grit beneath red hands
I'm wearing the clothes you like
I'm showing off my style

When can I come up
And reach your golden steps
When can you shine those eyes
Upon me?

Beautiful lover,
When can I see your letter
When can we meet forever
When will the sun fall down?

It's a dire long fall from here
The Earth looks so cold below
The bristle winds vainly give me
The goosebumps that have driven me.

The best you demanded
That your perfection designed
I would be perfected
And you'd me forever mine.

But the fairy tale ambitions
Have now turned away, to dust,
The pedals swept away
To leave old wooded husk.

What a long old way to fall
From love, how long I have to fall.
But of the princesses I've loved
To forget you is hardest of all.

Transhumanism and the Elderly Condition

Transhumanist Party USA members have been sharing a dialogue lately about growth of our common ideas. In the course of the discussion members have spoken a great deal about their thoughts on religious outreach. Outreach is an important deal for this movement and we need not be exclusive of any group which we can work with. So today, in a different argument but a similar one, I would draw attention to the elderly.