hag at iafrica reply to entropy

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re: your remarks: "What absolute bullshit.  . . .I'm getting a little tired
of this. ." and so forth, doubting, I presume some link between entropy and a
dying universe and the world evoked by GR, or the inclination for finding
meaning in the "laws of nature."

I don't know how I could have gotten it so wrong. After taking a closer look,
I see your point.

The rocket screaming across the sky on page one, is not a harginger of death,
but rather a holy vessel, spreading a life-affirming arc of color and light
and hope across the sky.

And the rocket on the last page is not about to impinge some grim fate upon
the unwitting, but rather is the "angel of life" frozen just above ground
zero by some otherworldly force beyond our grasp, held there in stasis, so
that we can live out a full and rewarding life in the verdant green forever.

Let's us also not forget the cheery Herero fable at the center of the book.
Or the lush greenery of the Mittelwerke. Or, not  the deflowering, but the
flowering of the child-like Geli and Bianca. Nor the gracious ultrawhite,
forgiving hands of Blicker, Bleicherode, Bleacher, Blicero.

This list goes on, even to include words in the passage you suggested, for
instance these about a new birth: "a hood of smell ... human consciousness,
that poor cripple, 
that deformed and doomed thing, is about to be born . . ." or "It is our
mission to promote death. The way we kill, the way we die, being unique among
the Creatures. It was something we had to work on, historically and
personally. To build from scratch up to its present status as reaction,
nearly as strong as life, holding down the green uprising. . . ." 

Indeed, the green uprising. Where is there more life than in the world
prescribed by GR?

Forgive me for I have reduced the thing too far and am guilty of
over-simplifying. By not taking it all, you must necessarily miss everything.

Which leads to one other thing, about which you are absolutely right,
hag at iafrica. It's time to stop talking about the book. It's time to read it
again. The man can speak far better for himself.

This list may merely be moving in a circle, becoming more vicious with the
inevitable return of each over-simplified topic.