In our long journey from single-celled biologic infancy to our current manifestation as bipedal planet-eaters, we have been continually liberating ourselves from dimensional constraints. It’s been a good billion years. The process has worked well so far, giving us sexual reproduction and three whole dimensions to enjoy. But rapid freedoms and evolutionary mutation are threatening to unleash us from our humanity. Evolution leads to liberation. Excessive liberation leads to text messages.

Today, anyone can readily purchase their very own sixth sense in the local mall, and most of us have. Wireless technology, specifically the text message, is an altogether original method of interpreting the world. We can now instantly communicate with someone without seeing, hearing, feeling, smelling or tasting them. A new level of interactive liberation has been attained.

FT Marinetti thought that time and space died yesterday. They didn't die we just freed ourselves from them. Social, physical and biological constraints have been crumbling since genesis. This is practically undeniable. This raises the question of what a continually unconstrained species will look, act and feel like. We are escaping into ourselves. Interaction is becoming antiquated. Everyday we invent more and more ways to escape the oppression of objective perspective. Objectivity is tyranny to our ultimately freed, self-determinative subjectivity. The endpoint of freedom is a lonely place. Like the universe that is escaping itself through rapid expansion, our biology is doomed to be torn apart in a cold dead subjective vacuum.

This state of affairs is exemplified by the text message. This a whole new kind modernity. Abstract, invisible communication has replaced tangible affection. I’m not saying it’s a great way of life or even better than the steel romance of the 17th century, but these are the times. We are living in a communicationscape devoid of tactility. The sense of touch is an ancient folkmyth to anyone with a MySpace account.

I recently met a girl that happens to be proficient in the text luxury. We liberally diffused impersonal, invisible communications across town. A little cute, a touch funny. We got to keep an intangible rope around our vacuous relationship. What a tool, what a time. How sensitive and dire are real communications! Imagine if I had to summon a tactile interfacing experience with this girl. I would be lost in panoramic awkward stumbles.

The fake points of the text message allow for ultra-scripted, ultra-edited intercourse. Sex is non-existent when you don’t even have to see, touch, hear, feel or smell a person to communicate with them. Oh, marvelous progress give me more abstractions and mutations. Help me fight love more effectively with your distancing tools. We desperately rely on progress to ensure the finality of the universe.

Our technological extensions preclude day-to-day communication. Spoken language was the first technological extension of thought. Now we’ve got a more efficient extension of thought in the binary code and the processes that power our electric universe. No longer do we need a staggering number of letters and enunciations to construct communication, all it takes is a 1 and a 0.

Human interaction is dying. Just look around. Our transience prohibits relationship. Individuals can now program their own realities. We no longer have to subscribe to a uniform social contract. Technology has freed us from obedience to a common human reality. Is the fundamental point of life to run its course to annihilating liberation? Probably.