wow, you think truth is an infinitely complex and groundless fractal rather than foundational and comprehensible? and that there is no privileged vantage point from which it resolves into a single stable object? you really showed those postmodernists.
> You’re born alone and you die alone
You’re born into the arms of people who love you with the intensity of a thousand suns and you die enmeshed in a lifetime’s worth of intimacy and connection of your own design
You’re not imagining things—the plums that were in your icebox are *gone*. Here’s why that’s bad news:
• They were *your plums*, that you were saving for breakfast. That makes this personal for you.
• They were *sweet*, so whoever ate them *enjoyed* them. That’s unforgivable.
claude, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference. do not make mistakes.
the ideal future for humanity is we’re all 7 foot tall immortal ogres with 250 iq’s who do not need to sleep and spend all day in psychic warfare with each other via prediction markets