Make another attempt; there is no failure in effort. We're building a path of personal development based on harmony, balance and understanding of natural laws.
of course there are! evolution dictates the first one: survival of the species. religious/philosophical ideals don't make it very far when you're starving. morality comes from the objective need to cooperate to solve problems beyond the individual concerns. the rest follows...
This aligns with my weird little belief about the human condition, our place in the world. We're essentially stuck in a developmental gap, just beyond the push of evolution, where we have to figure everything out for ourselves. This explains the constant sense of incompleteness /
I used to think the word was afraid.
Afraid of the beauty everywhere. Afraid of the force with which it enters me.
Afraid of how badly I want to grab people by the cuffs of their shirts and shake them while screaming: DO YOU NOT SEE? DO YOU NOT SEE THAT WE ARE THE CREATORS AND THIS COULD BE PARADISE?
And by paradise I mean choking on your own blood can be paradise. Stepping on a lego can be paradise.
But afraid no longer feels quite true.
Ashamed.
I am ashamed at the depth of my longing. I am ashamed because every fiber of my being is straining, constantly and infinitely, to choke on the world’s cock.
There is a gagging feeling in my throat, an emptiness that wants to be filled. It is there in my gut, too, and in my heart. And in its place I know for a fact needs to be everything and nothing, both at once, forever and never.
There is no enough. There is no too much. There is no too little.
I want it all, everywhere, always, and I want nothing, nowhere, never.
This desire is strumming through my body every second that I am alive. All that changes are varying layers of awareness and numbing, of interaction and stillness.
Sometimes I pluck the strings. Sometimes I hit them with the flat of my hand. Sometimes I shed tears at the last minuscule remnant of vibration before transitioning into complete silence.
I want life. I want death. I want nectar. I want blood.
I want to play in all seriousness.
I am earnest to the bone.
This is both the most and the least important act ever taken.
The sense of tantalizing closeness to seeing the complete picture, glimpsing infinity, if only we could learn a little more, be a little more. The open freedom of our existence, indeterminacy, need for control and order in the chaos. I need more, no less. Everything but nothing.
"We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread. They may have been few in number, but they offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms—to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way."
— Viktor E. Frankl, Man's Search for Meaning
i think overly framing it as letting go forces grief, a loss, rather than a gaining of a new home, coming into what you really are. it's much more of a gaining than a loss
@nickcammarata@cljack personally, I'd want people in your position clarify if they think this is actually about to happen or they're just speaking hypothetically.
you could also clarify if the current publicly available AI is anywhere near this or you're evaluating something totally different.
@SimonSallstrom@grok@divya_venn did Lewis... base his writing on this bible quote? (likely given his apologetics) I'm not saying it's wrong, just a circular definition.