I poop. Surely, I would have exploded in my youth if I hadn’t developed the habit. I feel my quality of life as a human must be better than the quality of life of gut bacteria in wall-spattered fecal matter. At least I have the leisure and capacity to contemplate such things.
1.) Run like hell.
2.) Dive headlong (with perfect timing as the blast begins.)
3.) Sigh with relief as I look back at the roiling fireball.
“Handsome beyond words.” … And then hope they continue to not be able to see me.
Equanimity and emotional resilience — i.e. the ability to give fewer f___ks.
A walk in the park. Most things in life are no walk in the park, but you can’t say that about a walk in the park.
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Health, food, air, water, love, and thought… that about covers it.
Sure, why not?
Hah. That ship has sailed. But I could say that it’s to still have something to offer when machines / AI can do all productive tasks better and / or faster than humans — i.e. to be able to convey something of the art of being human. Even though, I suspect, I won’t be around to see that day, it will be catastrophic to the species if people don’t figure these things out in advance — i.e. if we don’t figure out human roles and purpose in a post-human industrial landscape.
For endumbening. Whenever I feel I’m being too cerebral, I go to social media and IQ points drip away by the minute.
And, you know, to keep up with family and such.
The hot, molten core. Because it is hot, and molten… And because I am a fancy bag of water.
Wu Song (武松) from Water Margin (水浒传.)
Because he’s a traveler with zero f#&ks to give. There is no more freedom to be had than that.
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