• 0 Posts
  • 100 Comments
Joined 1 year ago
cake
Cake day: June 8th, 2023

help-circle


  • I utterly detest the use of “wholeheartedly agree” when people have caveats. It truly goes against the concept of wholeheartedness. It is sufficient to indicate that you agree completely and then be silent. That you don’t suggests your caveat has more value and meaning to you than the point you are ‘wholeheartedly’ agreeing with.

    You are either being willfully obtuse or are actively a troll. Either way, we’ve all already used up more metabolism on you than is worthwhile. If you cannot bother to be informed about something as easy to know as this, and yet spout off multiple replies to defend your position, then you’re not here in good faith.















  • It solves everything. Teaching children to think critically solves everything. Critical thinking is at odds with a conservative mindset.

    The natural evolution of an educated child engaging in critical thinking is away from selfishness, again: wholly at odds with conservatism, a deeply selfish movement.

    Not teaching your kids that conservatives are lying about wanting to keep them safe, when they actually want to control many aspects of their lives is tantamount to knowing the forest next to your home you play in is filled with rabid animals and not telling them about it. It’s bad parenting at best.

    My kids gonna make her own choices. She might choose something I disagree with but it won’t be because I didn’t teach her about right and wrong, and what goes in to determining that.


  • Imagine you are a machine. Yes, I know. But imagine you’re a different kind of machine, one built from metal and plastic and designed not by blind, haphazard natural selection but by engineers and astrophysicists with their eyes fixed firmly on specific goals. Imagine that your purpose is not to replicate, or even to survive, but to gather information. I can imagine that easily. It is in fact a much simpler impersonation than the kind I’m usually called on to perform. I coast through the abyss on the colder side of Neptune’s orbit. Most of the time I exist only as an absence, to any observer on the visible spectrum: a moving, asymmetrical silhouette blocking the stars. But occasionally, during my slow endless spin, I glint with dim hints of reflected starlight. If you catch me in those moments you might infer something of my true nature: a segmented creature with foil skin, bristling with joints and dishes and spindly antennae. Here and there a whisper of accumulated frost clings to a joint or seam, some frozen wisp of gas encountered in Jupiter space perhaps. Elsewhere I carry the microscopic corpses of Earthly bacteria who thrived with carefree abandon on the skins of space stations or the benign lunar surface—but who had gone to crystal at only half my present distance from the sun. Now, a breath away from Absolute Zero, they might shatter at a photon’s touch. My heart is warm, at least. A tiny nuclear fire burns in my thorax, leaves me indifferent to the cold outside. It won’t go out for a thousand years, barring some catastrophic accident; for a thousand years, I will listen for faint voices from Mission Control and do everything they tell me to. So far they have told me to study comets. Every instruction I have ever received has been a precise and unambiguous elaboration on that one overriding reason for my existence.

    -Peter Watts, Blindsight