We are all there now.  All of us.  We all live in the shadow.  Like a new Star of David shook loose from space it blinks across the night sky.  Leading to all of us.

 

Spinning orbital necessity.  Caught by forces stronger than gravity.  The motion of time is more complete.  More resolute.  The force of history demands.

 

The age has demanded that it is here.  The age has demanded that we live in the shadow.  The star leads to all of us and has touched us.  We live in the satellite shadow. 

 

It is the metaphor of our lives.  An image poetic and inescapable.  Life in the shadow has changed us.  We have only one icon.  It is the cross and the mandala.  The olive branch and swastika.  It is the last and most complete holy symbol.

 

Like all metaphors it is greater than itself and unaware of itself.  It blinks across the sky beaming the programmed and unquestioned message to us.  It is everywhere always.  It sees all.  Transmits everything.  Judges nothing.  It is the first benign god.

 

The presence of it like the presence of all the older gods changes us and we must be changed.  We create it and now it creates a new image of ourselves.

 

The eye of the satellite becomes our eye.  We are now everywhere.  We see everywhere and at once.  We are a tiny village of living within sight of each other.  I see you and know you and I am familiar to you.

 

On the plain between the Tigris and Euphrates it was decided to build a tower to reach the home of the gods.  It was left unfinished.  Lost in the babble of a thousand tongues.

 

The satellite has reached the home of the gods and becomes god.  It knows all language.  The tower has been built.

 

It is the metaphor of our lives.  We live in the shadow.  It touches all of us. Touches each of us but alone.  It beams to all of us individually the accumulated data of the world. 

 

We see on the screen the projected image of everything with our own eyes.  The global knowledge becomes personal.  Personal knowledge becomes collective.  The satellite claims you and the world claims you.  The satellite demands and the age demands that you claim it.

 

In northern Iran near the border some Kurdish rebels had been captured and were to be executed. The satellite was watching.  You were watching as the guns were loaded and the condemned men blind-folded.  Your hand squeezed the trigger and you were shot.

 

We have created the god and become the god.  We are omnipresent and ominpotent.  The I have become universal.  We create the image and become the image.  We have become complete.  We are ready.

                                           There is light in the shadow.--