Richard Feynman's love letter to his dead wife (1946) showing me relationship goals:
“You, dead. Are so much better than anyone alive.
I’ve met many nice girls & don’t want to remain alone, but in 3 meetings they all seem ashes to me.
You only are left to me. You are real.”
I’ve been a hospital chaplain now for eight years at hundreds of deathbeds. I want to tell you something I’ve witnessed.
Most people, at the end, realize they’ve spent a lot of their life hiding. Sometimes by choice, or because they could not safely choose to be themselves. ➡️
the monetization on the originally free twitter api feels like some random person in the office, in trying to impress Elon, was like look at all these people using our api! Now multiply that by this arbitrary price = profit 🤑
how naive