The healthy plant sends off imprinted seeds designed to replicate itself somewhere else. The sprouting seed need not understand the process of converting energy to begin its growth, though it will not succeed without mastery of it. Few abilities are acquired through one direct transfer, most require repetition. Roots reaching downward, stem leaves petals, then a flower, which has usage until it does not. Colorful and unique, it is not made to last all seasons. Each ending is a matter of circumstance in the non-resilient system for which it is designed. Their purposeful existence at all is intended only to start anew. 

Industrial and technological change would be well served by embracing this same attitude of mission and seasonality. The well learned use the practicum of daily existence to build resiliency, that is how quickly one recovers temporarily. However, like the flower, our vessel is not made for all seasons. While a painted flower lasts longer than a natural one, it cannot be of the same matter. Sustaining a sense of life, the object is not the subject, but rather a deluded version of eternity filtered through the increasing vanity and vandalism of our species.

It is not only the physical that must obsolesce, but of equal necessity is the adoption of erodible philosophical frameworks, allowing for both physical and cosmological disintegration. It is through this solubility that we are able to reconcile the paralysis-inducing epistemologies and multiplicity of ontologies, and provide a pragmatic application while not completely ignoring the value these theories and philosophies hold in the temporary. The propitious nature written about by John Locke, one in which there are no governments or states in which reason allows us to understand there are laws to nature, a nature that proscribes the eventual return of the vessel. There is a limit to resiliency and we must make plans for our corpse, our things, and our mantras to decompose naturally.

We have embraced the words of sustainability and resiliency as survival terms, as safe words in the dangerous masochistic game we forced onto this planet. The question remains to whose ego this serves. These words signal an acceptance of the irreparable damage we have inflicted, a gross surrender to the inevitability that if we are going down we are taking the rest of it with us. If, however, we narrow our focus to a localized non-resilience of our species, we might offer an antidote, a compost for the feeding of a new yet to come, with an operating system built to implode, offering hope beyond ourselves.

Be consumed by the space you inhabit. Exist in perfect digested union so that place and self are no longer dimensionally divorced. Slip into an infinite newness, light radiating and realized by the matrimony of the physical and that which surrounds it. In this heaveness and heaviness we glimpse the face or voice or echo of its maker, not the ideas of the architect, the math of the engineer, or the walls of the builder, but this deep unsettling and new centering of the inevitability of our immateriality. Released to the BIG and Here Forever and Beyond. How can we welcome the slow obliteration of design, its imprinted ego, and all ego?