The Beatles recorded ‘I'm Down' on this day 61 years ago on 14 June 1965.
Below is a performance from Blackpool Night Out on 1 August 1965. #Beatles#TheBeatles
I am not saying this lightly or provocatively but when you seriously consider how painful life can be, the all-but-unspeakable losses & personal suffering, you actually wonder why EVERYONE is not self-medicating.
I did not have that thought until mid-life; it was not a thought I could have entertained in younger years when I believed more in self-sufficiency, strength of will.
some people overestimate their strength- it can be quite a surprise when life knocks you flat.
Today, among the goods that are universally intended for everyone, we must also include new forms of property, such as patents, algorithms, digital platforms, technological infrastructure and data. In a context where the wealth of nations depends increasingly on knowledge and technology, when these goods remain concentrated in the hands of a few, without adequate forms of sharing and access, a new imbalance is created that contradicts the universal destination of goods. In turn, it widens the gap between the included and the excluded, between those who can participate in the digital revolution and those who remain on the margins. #MagnificaHumanitas
We could metaphorically say that in the era of the “digital triumph,” political action that is truly oriented to the common good requires a return to the “analogue.” Perhaps this is the real antidote to a politics that often shouts, consists only of slogans and is incapable of responding to people’s actual needs.
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.
Within digital environments — structured to persuade — interaction is optimized to the point of rendering a real encounter superfluous; the otherness of persons in the flesh is neutralized, and relationships are reduced to functional responses. Dear friends, you, however, are real persons! Creation itself has a body, a breath, a life to be listened to and safeguarded.
#ArtificialIntelligence systems increasingly shape and permeate our mentality and social environments. Like every great historical transformation, this too calls not only for technical competence, but also for a humanistic formation capable of making visible the logic behind economics, embedded biases and forms of power that shape our perception of reality.
The Catholic University can form pioneers of a new humanism in the context of the digital revolution. This is a service to the truth and to all humanity. Without this demanding educational effort, passive adaptation to dominant paradigms will be mistaken for competence, and the loss of freedom for progress. #ApostolicJourney #Cameroon
@Drake_of_Roses@_edenfalls@magdalenepop So many people in this thread are proving your point. A facile understanding of the words without grokking the actual meaning. Superficial literacy at best.
@LFlings68288@JoyceCarolOates Not to be mean, but “reading anything is good” is overly broad. Sorry, but unless you’re an academic of some sort, reading Mein Kampf or the Turner Diaries is just bad. Lots of fan fic, too. Garbage in, garbage out, as they say.
The author *thinks* the correct sentence is "As well, ask men what they think of stone." The author is misreading the sentence, which has an elided 'May' at the beginning.
Ugh, what's that quote about the whaling industry marking like humanity's point of no return and we're now forever cut off from grace after we burned the flesh of these oceanic angels and sages to light our squalid homes and black satanic mills? It's like on the tip of my tongue!
Maybe it all went wrong when we killed the whales. Maybe their songs kept the great dream together. Vast brains slowly, carefully ordering the world with actions subtler than the apes could ever see. God is dead. His blubber lit a lamp in London