Morality and Magnets

Today,
Do Something That Matters

You invented a misery index

so I'm a number

You invented desire

so I'm a consumer

You invented death

so I'm a mourner

I've learned what is "true" by first learning what is FALSE

-J. Reid

Morality and Magnets

It was believed for thousands of years that morality was dictated by a higher power (or from a deity via a flaming bush). Science has taught us otherwise. If one's moral compass can be electromagnetically manipulated as easily as an actual directional compass, what does that say about the concept of morality? (article submitted by Gina St. Pierre)

This is a reminder that I will be at Bay View Park this Saturday representing The Zeitgeist Movement. The shortness of this email is due to a combination of my preparation for this Saturday and my research paper due in a couple weeks.

I also created a Post Script Society Face Book Page as well as a Zeitgeist Movement Pensacola Chapter page. The Post Script Society page will work much like this newsletter in as much as you the readers will be the contributors. The format is the same: art, poetry, news articles, original papers, whatever you believe will make the world just a little better. The Zeitgeist page is there solely to promote the Movement and the ideas and values of a resource based economy. We also have a new URL for the blog.

-Eric

I tasted blood in my coffee

this morning on my commute to

work. It awoke something

dormant. Remembering

remembering. Suddenly I

ejected myself from the

cemetery of car/coffins and

dashed for The Woods. Others

already had the same idea; I

figure they got their coffee

at the same place. Soon we

had a Pack. Leaping, running,

forgetting, running. Before

we knew it a salesman from a

local tech company had tore

the head of a rabbit clean

off. His new designer tie was

covered in the rabbit's blood

and guts but he didn't care

today. He also didn't care

about his 401k. Or his

Blackberry phone that he

threw in the river. We were

all proud of his kill but me

and the others set our eyes

on bigger prey. An IRS agent

sighted a buck and we were

united as a Pack. All of us

coordinated our attack. A

math teacher from a local

high school flanked the deer

from the left while I flanked

the right. Every one of us

knew this was right. The most

right thing we had ever done.

We never returned to our car.

That now seems so far. Who

was I then? Forgetting, remembering.

~j. rize