When simulation becomes the norm, it weakens the human capacity for discernment. As a result, our social bonds close in upon themselves, forming self-referential circuits that no longer expose us to reality. We thus come to live within bubbles, impermeable to one another. Feeling threatened by anyone who is different, we grow unaccustomed to encounter and dialogue. In this way, polarization, conflict, fear and violence spread. What is at stake is not merely the risk of error, but a transformation in our very relationship with truth.
i dont want my fanfiction written by AI i want it written the way god intended: by a deranged freak at 3am with no respect for grammar or human anatomy
Grannies really got it right with tea and soup and knitting and doing puzzles and sitting outside listening to the birds and having a sweet treat and going to bed at 8pm
me knowing that time is arbitrary but people collectively choosing to believe in a fresh start is a beautiful reflection of the optimism of the human spirit
stumbled into one of Vincent van gogh’s letters to his brother and in it he says ‘If I’m worth something later, I’m worth something now. For wheat is wheat, even if people think it is grass in the beginning.’