What should I do?
Does anything matter? If so, how so? If not… just, why?
In short, are all the noble lies we tell more noble than lie?
What should I do?
Does anything matter? If so, how so? If not… just, why?
In short, are all the noble lies we tell more noble than lie?
This sounds to me like a recipe for how to turn a great moment into Hell. Nothing special survives its moment. I’m with the Buddhists on impermanence — i.e. Everything is impermanent, (and the desire for things to be what they are not is the root of all suffering.)
I use my own system of criticism that inverts the usual scale, meaning that getting a zero (turds) is quite good (and increasingly rare,) and — unlike stars — if you ever reach a five-turd rating you are truly the worst. It saves time in conveying my thoughts on all sorts of things.
Try to live your life:
Anything but myself. Unfortunately, that seems to be the main mode of social discourse in the world. People mostly want to hear enough about me that they feel justified in telling me more about them. I’m an ideas guy: philosophy, science, literature, technology, economy, international affairs, etc. (Also, travel, but that only works with travelers — a tiny segment of the population.)
When is the last time you took a risk? Getting out of bed. (Every action or enacted decision generates some risk.)
How did it work out? I’m still alive, but the day is still young.
Chemical interactions in (and between) my nervous, enteric nervous, and endocrine systems make me nervous.
Every decision to travel anywhere has paid a dividend.
The molten core. Because it’s not a dry heat.
I can’t tell you, precisely, but I know it has one location, is authentically itself, and is what some might describe as a dive. Interestingly, you can find it anywhere in the world if you know where to look.
I’ve embraced the Crazy. #embracethecrazy