Humans like to proclaim themselves the kings of creation. In a body that is not yours, a mind that is not yours. A body whose architects are genes and a mind whose inhabitants are memes. The act of thinking for humans is to set their parasites in motion. And when the guest becomes transcendental and sits down to meditate, what he sees is how rich and varied the flora of memes that parasitize him has. See how they arise, how they run, how they incite him to do things, to say things, to transmit them… And this is the king of creation? A sack of parasites? So… How do you want human knowledge to give any important answers?
