The Machinations Of Gilbert Ryle (nozick Loses) by Lungs
The Machinations Of Gilbert Ryle (nozick Loses) lyrics
Aren�t we already plugged in?
Or that is to say we are the contraption itself,
contingent on the selves that lived before.
Savanah-driven adaptations overlaid on ancient biology, nothing more.
Spilling out to trace the distant shores.
The briefest knee-jerk twitch,
the anatomy of grief that fills your skin -
perfected rules-of-thumb programmed in.
In patterns and cascades, digitally-made.
Our bodies, shutting down as we speak,
sculpted by the culling of the weak.
Aren�t we behaving plastically,
but in just the way spec�ed by our R&D?
Bilateral symmetry
tugs our limbs to march to universal beats.
And if we were brains in vats,
I fail to see us being any more empty
or constrained by contingencies.
The heat of jealousy,
soldered in by reproductive economy;
a sense of beauty,
selected for by ancestral attentional needs;
the briefest knee-jerk twitch,
the anatomy of grief that fills your skin -
ad hoc jury-rigs hard-wired in.
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