Fucking luminous bro. My phone writes me poetry. My car drives me home. We made vaccines for cancer and rockets that land. I wake here, again, at the foredawn undimming. The light can rise faster, if you meet it.
Please do this literally everywhere. Please release several billion of these actually just everywhere. We covered the night sky with satellites, we taught sand to speak. Why are we still dealing with this scourge??
Rockets exploding is #goodacktually because utopianism is false and fallibilism is true: there is no guarantee of progress; regulation cannot yield innovation; and making mistakes is the most efficient means of learning to correct for them.
Rockets exploding *make* rockets fly.
David Friedman on the difference between libertarianism and American Liberalism, negative liberty and positive liberty.
“if you have a right to be fed by me I do not have a right to do something else instead.”
Of all the sophisms floundered against longevity the “impossible because undesirable; undesirable because impossible” canard remains the most miserating.
To luxuriate in impotence is evil enough but to actively weaponise it in favour of disease and to knowingly camouflage it in the language of care is a crime against meaning and the mission of life.
No, sorry. You’re going to die. Very soon actually, in the grand scheme of things. You have several decades at most. In 70 or 80 years, tops, nobody reading these words right now will be alive. Most will not even be remembered. This fact is so terrifying to some people that they live every second in denial, clinging to the insane hope that somehow “science” will come along and rescue them from mortality. Even if it could — which it definitely can’t — then what? You live to watch all of your friends and loved ones die and even their tombstones decay while you linger on, trembling in fear and grasping desperately onto a life that, no matter how long it lasts, you’ve already wasted? And then you get to see the Earth decay around you and the Sun burn out ? Wow. Sounds like a lot of fun. But no thanks. I don’t need to live for a million years. I just want the time I have, however long or short, to be meaningful.
Wow. Amazing!
Why aren’t *more* prominent people saying this sort of thing? Not only because it’s an optimistic view of the future to excite people and give them hope, refuting the doomers ubiquitous in media and the intellectual space but also:
IT’S TRUE!
not sure if anyone is at Bluesky. when I visit the site all is calm, unchanging; I have not had a single new follower in many months; exchanges are always interesting & intelligent but relatively few. Bluesky exudes the air of an upscale mall, beautifully maintained, hushed.
one will likely not be mobbed or mugged here but one will likely not feel a quickening of the heart, a jab of adrenaline. Twitter may be a "cesspool"-- at least in some quarters--but I think of it as lively like the old Madison Square Garden: raucous, unpredictable, obnoxious, good fun, surprises.