Place your hand in a bowl of warm jello and think: "I am 95% water." Wiffle your fingers through the mush and think: "Even my thoughts are 95% water." Invite a friend into the jello with you. Touch your friend's belly and think: "Woo, 95% water." Now, stick a microphone into the jello and suck up some sound from the bottom of the bowl. Play it back into your friend's watery ear. Add reverb. Add oxygen, food, beer, weird things that get your blood moving like chicken wire, vast corporate injustices, and Motown bass riffs. Now think: "This is one really screwy continuum."
Here in the bio-electronic moment we witness a liquid conflux of chemicals, linkages, feedback loops, rumors, waveforms, bricks, smirks, and terror. Yet we are not an All. We are not God. We are not a cozy One. We are a storm of undefinable presences, suckling up to one another, congealing, integrating, staring into a mutual murk. We cyclically strain against and surrender to some wild, howling node that lures the cosmic waters into its steaming vortex. And the question emerges from this timeless cocoon: how de we extract pleasure from such an equation? Can our tender beings integrate with rusting steel, microbes, socio-economic forces, local and international media, the very biosphere in which we breath, and still delight in the mix? Can we dance with such a monstrous organism? Can we jam with the entire bio-psycho-electronic environment? Can we open our dumb, simian circle out towards an infinite lattice of pulsations?
Let us jam in the web, fellow animals! Let us be symbiotic, and connected -- not merely symbols and postures evaporating above the world. Let us induce high-density confluences: foaming multispecies, multilanguage, multipurpose throngs. Let us pull every kingdom, phylum, class, order, family, genus, and species into the oil with us. Let us jam with our neighborhoods, our satellites, refrigerators, insects, rickshaws, and meteor showers. Let us protrude into the common wilderness, the radical center of mutual survival. There let us lay web upon web, and inject system into system. Let us merge audience, performer, and medium, melt poverty into wealth, and dissolve culture in nature. Let us induce a new ritual of mongrel possibility. There may we liquidate our turgid beings and coil into bionic communion.