There is a point where we go mad when we consider ourselves the agent of all our actions and a point where we go mad when we consider ourselves the agent of none of them. Free will is the perceived space in between. – kc
Let’s engage with websites!
I use the free website annotation tool hypothes.is to add comments to websites. Made for education, it can also “enhance” (for lack of a better word) public discourse. If nothing else, it makes you read articles more actively, like you’re engaging in a conversation with the author.
Or we would have to live forever…
Cioran once said that he was glad that the concept of suicide existed because otherwise, he would kill himself.
Perhaps this also applies to transhumanism: without the concept and idea that it is technologically not impossible, of eternal life, we would just have to live forever.
The only reason you are not a slave
is that you are more productive
if you are not a slave.
Honor and love – what else – defy the usurpation of meaning by the Story of capitalism, because they require the notion of “enough”
Peace is real
If we encounter something you don’t know, our brain goes in either a fearful guessing mode or a mode of joyful curiosity. I think we can practice that.
Professor Trompsky is back!
The Google God
A poetry reading
Why does money corrupt?
So why does it? If you have it in abundance, it fails to give meaning in the obvious ways it does when we need it to meet our basic needs. The thought that the result of our endeavour – the amount on our bank account – is subject to inevitable inflation of meaning, is hard to bear.
So we explore other pathways: consumption of expensive goods and services, and comparison to other people’s “wealth”.
This is an impulse that doesn’t care about the consequences. Think environmental and social inequality. In other words: it corrupts.
The hallmark of being human is that we can carry a story within us that aspires to more than our own pleasure, to a goal beyond the satisfaction of what we momentarily desire
A Reply To Žižek
The best of lies make up the unstable truth for our unstable times