Month: August 2023

it’s difficult to form coherent thoughts on this right now. it’s one of those concepts that is just beyond grasp. sketch sketch sketch. erase erase. sketch sketch.

knowledge is one thing. intuition is something else, right? is a simulation of subjective reality inside our imagination a way of intuiting objective reality?

forget semantics. forget philosophical toolkits. forget comparative theories. is there a way of imagining that hasn’t been properly described? anytime a pundit says something can’t be done, i say fuck that noise. prove it can’t be done. keep proving it again and again and again. paradoxically, that is science. eventually, in 99.999% of collective cases so far, a workaround has been found. that’s the thing about subjective reality. it’s glitchy.

hence the four (or five, now) fundamental forces, plus gravity, whatever this is. quantum mechanics vs classical newtonian mechanics. they both work. see?

subjective reality is glitchy. is objective reality glitchy? can intuition lead us somehow to it? is there no end to the infinities? is infinity a glitch?

but can artificial intelligence create art? or poetry? or music?

ab.

so.

lute.

ly.

not.

it missed the point. it missed … everything important.

stop redeeming those failures.

those failures are art. those failures are poetry. those failures are music.

suffering is art. suffering is poetry. suffering is music.

would you rather be norway? or would you rather be venezuela?

you can get what you want. you can do it through cooperation and the rule of law. all boats truly can be lifted.

or you can do it by sticking your hand in the cookie jar, promoting your brain-dead friends, hiring your friends’ kids as favors and dismantling the failsafes that prevent greed and hunger for power from exploitation. first there’s the exploitation of the weak. you will justify it by saying that it’s natural. then there’s exploitation of the strong. you will justify it by saying you’re sharing on behalf of the weak. all the while you’ll be lining your pockets, building your barbie dream-house and paving the sidewalks in your neighborhood with gold. you’ll say it’s your fee for all the hard work you do. but then when the backs are all broken and the opportunities to exploit are far and few between, you’ll seize power and claim that you know what’s best for everyone. simply put, you’ll squeeze everyone, and the only people you’ll have left will be your slothful and incompetent cronies. but you wouldn’t have given your cronies enough and their greed would never be sated, just as yours never could have been. suddenly, your nation in ruins, your people poverty stricken and blighted with disease, you’ll find a knife has been solidly struck 137 times into your back.