BC: book of love c. corinne whitaker 2014 www.giraffe.com firstname.lastname@example.org
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1: book of love
3: chapter one art is an act of love
5: once upon a time human beings were considered a unique species, with special god-given talents that made us superior to other forms of life.
7: now the line between ourselves and other creatures is eroding as you read this. living matter is growing on inert substrates. silicon machines are starting to ask questions of their human programmers.
9: surgeons are transplanting pigs' livers, simian hearts, and baboon bone marrow. the creatures of tomorrow may be neither carbon nor silicon based. how long do you think it will be before humans are an anomaly?
11: what sets us apart - what cannot as yet be manufactured, hardwired or softwired - is the capacity to feel, to care, and to love. art...is an act of love.
13: chapter two the tao of never enough | chapter two the tao of never enough
15: to think is to be alive, or so said descartes. is the universe dead? are earthquakes alive?
17: are we the only thinking creatures? when animals protect their young, are they thinking, or merely responding instinctively? do robots think, or merely respond to instructions? for that matter, do we ourselves really think, or do we merely respond to genetic instructions?
19: I presume that hitler, the boston bombers, the newtown shooter, were once trusting infants and lovable babies. what virulent instructions were mixed with their daily formula? and how do we accept that they, like us, are human beings, offspring of male and female coupling, born of mothers' wombs? somehow love was not enough or perhaps there was not enough love.
21: perhaps there is never enough love. there is never enough art. for art is an act of love.
23: chapter three art is an endless love song
25: petal by petal, like e.e.cummings, we unwrap the mysterious world of bytes and ram, of scis's and rom. drop by drop, like w.h. auden, we unfold the digital ocean and hang it out to dry.
27: and on the way, on the bumpy binary way, we learn a bit more about ourselves. we redesign our perception of truth. and we learn that love is a delicate art, and art is an act of love.