Day 218

Oh dear God it is true: people don't change.

Gah... this whole new worldview is avalanching my thoughts and perceptions. I can't even pen it right now, it is so new and altering. We really are machines, in the most literal sense. Descartes' "I" - the thinking thing - doesn't exist, it is an illusion. Someday, perhaps before I die, there may be an artificially intelligent being; one whose parts are so complex as to give it the same illusion.

Race is, in a manner of speaking, very real. Gender is very real. Culture is informed by genetics, and in many ways is much less fluid than we imagine it to be. Free will is as free against genetics as the body is against gravity; our technology helps us to overcome it only emotionally so.

Probabilities govern everything. Not rules, and not maxims, and not absolutes. The preceding three are just expressions of probabilistic norms that are consistent enough to validate ongoing predictions.

And I'm not high. I just have a lot in mind, and a bit too much spare time. I assure you, someday I will put all this seemingly aimless thinking to a very worthy task.
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I bought a lottery ticket today, for the first time since childhood. In fact this is the first ticket for the 6/49 I've ever purchased with my own money, ever. I just couldn't help it, and the jackpot is nearly fifty million dollars.

Comments

Anonymous said…
good luck with that ticket man.
11:30 PM
Max said…
I'd like to think I have a Charlie Bucket-esque kind of luck on my side. The universe would be more just if the non-greedy ticket buyers had a better chance than those who are blowing all kinds of money every draw in hopes of striking it big.
10:31 AM
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