Cȯsꭑọ ∴ ọꭑƨȯƆ @cosmiccitizen@schelling.pt

You can't "kill the part of you that cringes." Cringing is part of how you know there is a subjective "you" inside. Cringing is one of a few physiological responses by which your innate subjective experience can produce any qualitative significance to otherwise-empty signs like "I," "myself," etc. If you could not cringe, or enjoy yourself, or scare yourself, etc., you would be a philosophical zombie. You would be nothing other than a name on a birth certificate, or an envelope, or a gravestone.

The singularity already happened.

The trick to how it all works, how logic works and the whole of it, is that the interpretant/translatant formally interacts with non-efficient causation. Representation works because of this. Math works because of this. Formal necessity is dragging us forward into the future through symbol-use.

Humans emerged as a distinctive species 300k-500k years ago.

Humans started making symbols about 45k years ago.

Humans started making writing about 5k years ago.

Today humans literally are manipulating objects outside of our solar system with our symbols. Humans have begun rewriting the chemistry of life with our symbols. Humans are developing coordinated action to alter the chemistry of our planetary atmosphere through symbol-use.

How old were you when you realized that the finious qualities of symbols are the only reason why humans are capable of coordinating agency beyond isolated agents in isolated contexts.

Physis is tychic

He's not really a bad guy but he's a belligerent drunk. It's the thing that's hardest to like about him.

The neighbor is roaring drunk.

To be clear, I have reason to believe this person feels WAY more trapped/unhappy after making these extreme changes. I think the extreme changes were supposed to quiet the voices of self-criticism but only shifted the target.

Probably not an original observation, but in my life the person who has made the most extreme personal changes is also the person who secretly feels really really trapped and unhappy.

Not that anyone has asked, but a simple combination of Obsidian + Calibre is enough to be fucking amazing for your intellectual life.

A fun counterfactual to consider is how things might have shaken out differently if a time-traveler could communicate the following to health authorities in winter of '19/'20:

1. There's a novel coronavirus coming out of Wuhan
2. It's transmitted primarily indoors through respiratory droplets
3. The symptoms are linked to endothelial dysfunction

It seems like we burned through a lot of social cohesion just to get to 2 of those certainties.

https://peoplemaking.games/@eniko/110366524696223433

It was 2-3 dozen lights, slightly unevenly spaced, moving in a straight line over the town. There was definitely one mildly lagging at the end like a boxcar. They were high enough to go behind a cloud at one point.

Just saw some of these: drones flying in formation at night in the western US.
https://www.nytimes.com/2020/01/01/us/drones-FAA-colorado-nebraska.html

Literally all I want to do with my time is to drink pots of hot caffeine and read books.

I think my recurring nightmares about the car without brakes have something to do with the fear that someone believes my bullshitting. I feel like I need to start walking around with a sign that says "DO NOT GIVE HIM ATTENTION FOR HAVING READ THE FIRST 30 PAGES OF A BOOK."

>be me
>read the first 30 pages of a lot of different books
>"wow, I must have good generalizable intellectual skills because all of this stuff comes easy to me"
>never apply knowledge
>never submit myself to tests or competition
>why