Sasha, barefoot, traversed the meadow's verdant expanse. Her unlined luminous face and flowing tresses bathed in the gentle caress of the wind.
Six months on after the Isoniazid and Rifampin crucible, her spirit was restored. An active odyssey beckoned, friends in tow, as life's pages turned before her
Oh yes, I remember that Bond film where the villain decarbonized the auto industry, brought fast internet to everyone on the planet, and helped paralyzed people interact with the world again.
this didn't "happen", we caused it
first, children disappeared from daily life
most women turn 30 without ever holding a baby (they don't have siblings or cousins, and young babies have been removed from shared spaces), never changed a diaper or watched one up close.
you cant want what you've never seen
second, we killed the single income.
the average family needs both parents working just to get to the end of the month, so raising a family well went from hard to something practically impossible (2-3 months of maternity leave should be considered a crime against humanity).
then schools and media, the whole cathedral, all pushed towards the same direction in a systematic brainwashing effort: pushing every girl at the career, motherhood turned into that despicable thing you settle for when the better options run out, "a smaller life". nothing worth desiring, and if you do you must be ostracised
social media just finished the job.
presented childfree as freedom and ideal life, filmed the worst four seconds of a mothers day and called it a warning or "here's motherhood"
and underneath all of it, we removed people from history
no ancestors you owe anything, no descendants you're building for, just one atomic self detached from any sense of continuity. one life with no purpose other than its own selfish goals
especially for western people who have been taught that their ancestors are the most evil humans who ever existed
someone with no past and no future has no reason to see themselves as part of history, and everything they do revolves around their own pleasure
why would you carry something you were raised to be ashamed of?
so a quarter of women raised in captivity selecting for civilizational suicide becomes inevitable
the idea that this was a conscious choice is delusional.
we are the first species in history to get everything it ever wanted: safety, medicine, abundance, ninety good years, and the result is suicide.
everything else alive still manages to reproduce through famine and plagues. we got paradise and stopped
anyone shutting off their own survival drive with no threat in sight is definitionally suicidal and that's where we are now
This is absolutely insane:
The SpaceX IPO has now drawn more than $70 BILLION worth of retail orders alone.
SpaceX is raising $75 billion, making retail interest ALONE enough to nearly fill the entire sale.
To put this in perspective, the previous record IPO was Saudi Aramco in 2020 at $29.4 billion.
This means that retail interest in SpaceX is now 2.4 TIMES larger than the total amount raised in the previous largest IPO in history.
As a result, SpaceX has announced that 20% of their IPO will be allocated to retail investors, following through on @elonmusk's vision to democratize the record IPO.
Nothing even remotely near what SpaceX is about to do has ever happened.
Friday will be a historic day.
“I wish it need not have happened in my time," said Frodo.
"So do I," said Gandalf, "and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”
About 3 years ago, I became convinced I had lost the ability to write.
For most of my life, writing had been tied to pain. Whenever I sat down to write, I reached for suffering because suffering was where I had always found depth.
Then my life changed. I stopped sabotaging myself, stopped making the wrong choices. I found love. My life became... calm, simple. Ordinary. And it went against everything I knew about being an artist.
Art came from depth, and depth came from pain.
For a while, I genuinely believed I had traded my ability to write for a better life.
It wasn't until I picked up the pen again that I realized I hadn't lost the ability to write. I had simply lost the desire to write about misery.
The problem was that I had mistaken pain for depth because pain was the deepest thing I had experienced for a long time.
But life is larger than suffering.
There is depth in love. In ambition. In faith. In beauty. In the satisfaction of building a life you no longer feel the need to escape from.
I realized that art is not about creating from pain.
Art is about creating from whatever fills your heart.
I don't want to write about feeling alone because I no longer feel alone. I no longer want to romanticize despair because I no longer believe despair is the highest form of truth.
Instead, I find myself wanting to write about possibility. About courage. About good decision-making. About the people who expand your sense of what a human being can become.
In the mundane parts of life, I found happiness.
And now it's all I want to create more of.
For Aristotle, the banausos is not just physically deformed by his profession, but politically and ethically stunted: specialization makes him less a complete man than a TOOL of his occupation.
Politics, book VII:
"And any occupation, art, or science, which makes the body or soul or mind of the freeman less fit for the practice or exercise of virtue, is vulgar; wherefore we call those arts vulgar which tend to DEFORM the body, and likewise all paid employments, for they absorb and degrade the mind."
This is biblical.
A woman in her eighties. Ten years into Alzheimer's. Hadn't spoken a full sentence in five years.
Takes one, 5 gram dose of psilocybin.
She slept 19 hours and woke up and spoke for hours about her life, recognized family and held real conversations. She regained bladder control after five years, walked on her own. and dressed herself. Gains held for weeks.
Men are like handsome little ogres. For all their talk of stoicism and self-sufficiency, they melt under the gentle touch of a woman. Something as simple as a curated breakfast bowl adds tenderness to their day. They are beguiled by the feminine magic.
my breakfast has always been a double espresso since i was like 12
everything changed when the wife started feeding me her girlslop breakfast (a bowl with yogurt, berries, granola and honey)
my mornings have never been better
these women are up to something
I beg you all to read this. Maximum Stimulation ended in ruin for me. I’ll never be able to carry the embryos because of the autoimmune disease this process brought on
This entire IQ embryo selection discussion is an example of unidimensional thinking - refusing to admit there are factors we simply don’t know and overlooking potential complexity of interactions of factors.
Selection allows you to eliminate certain bad outcomes (genetic diseases) and select for some specific parameters, but it does nothing for optimizing a *symbiosis* - a complex of traits that we possibly don’t even know how to qualify and measure at all - something that nature excels at.
So when you optimize for one specific parameter, you have no idea at the expense of what you’re doing this.
A similar intellectual failure is what happened with breastfeeding vs formula: we figured out the evident minimal scope of what we need in baby milk and assumed it’s just as good as or even better - “optimized!” - than breast milk. Only later did we discover that breast milk contains prebiotics for the gut, modulates the immune system, changes composition with baby’s age and health etc - that you can’t outsmart the complexity of millions of years of evolution.
Obviously formula is better than a starving baby and IVF is a godsend for people with fertility problems, but don’t fool yourself you’re “optimizing” anything.