life is beautiful.
no, it’s not. it’s an ugly, parasitic process that accelerates resource consumption merely for its own pointless existence. the heat death of the universe will come all that faster only because of the presence of life.
and, for sure, humankind is the pinnacle of this selfish and greedy outcome of biological evolution.
according to this site, there are 166k desths per day; which works out to about 7k deaths per hour or a little under 120 deaths per minute (around 2 deaths per second).
even if you get paired with somebody who dies in the same quadrant as you, there’s a good chance that that person will be an annoying prick.
so the maths bears out. the commenter to whom you replied is correct in saying that–if the ghost-no-gravity theory is true–you would be better off dying in a mini-mass-massacre event.
Patriotism is the belief that together we can make this place really lasting and good.
the problem is with the definition of “this place”. a patriot’s vision of “this place” is restricted by borders drawn by politicians.
no sane person should ever “be ok” with that extent of tunnel vision. “this place” should extend to the world we all share.
the minute we think of ourselves as being part of a tribe – of being a subgroup – we lose sight of the fact that we are all together with each other on this third rock from the sun.
we know of no other life as yet. the only life we have amongst ourselves and around us on the crust of this planet is therefore doubly sacred.
why would we want to dilute something so wonderful by etching a border between ourselves and creating a “you” versus a “me”? why would we even want to maintain that division even if it were ostensibly given to us “by chance”?
(separately, it would be a travesty to say that the so-called “tribes” inhabiting india and pakistan, south korea and north korea, czechia and slovakia, all the present-day components of the former yugoslavia, northern ireland and the republic of ireland, and all other such sets of people divided by manmade norms were “given to us by chance”.)
patriotism is nothing but loyalty to real estate. - dr. gregory house.
seriously, though. it’s high time we thought of ourselves as co-passengers on a single planet-sized ship rather than attributing memberships to everyone on the basis of arbitrarily drawn lines on a map.
would it be about control? a fantasy about having access to a modernised version of a slave who is bound to do the protagonist’s oft-perverted bidding with reduced rights of their own?
do french audiences get confused when shark films continue after the first on-screen appearance of “fin”?
in this part of the world, we are blessed with stray dogs who are also protected by our supreme court. it’s quite literally against the law, for example, to prohibit the feeding of strays by animal lovers.
i once saw one of them shudder and whine at the sound of fireworks. its tail scrunched under and it pissed itself in fear and confusion. its plaintive moans were drowned out by the incessant blasts of the “mala” crackers (a literal garland of 10,000 or so crackers strung out in sequence that goes on bursting for an hour or so). the poor thing just did not know what was happening and it became a shivering ball of anxiety until the blasts stopped.
anyone who sees an innocent animal suffer like that will never, ever, want to light a firecracker again.
but what is the basis of sorting here? i guess maybe the popularity of options as chosen in the past?
I’m a mirror. if you’re nice to me, I’m nice to you. if not, well…
i am ashamed to say that i have driven when drunk. this was over a decade ago and i don’t remember the 13km trip taken late at night.
i am thankful that the car was found intact on inspection the next morning and i hadn’t hit anybody.
but that was the last time i drove drunk. i was a prize idiot to do so–as is anyone else who does so.
… if I had to see a discretely parked boat…
fyi: discreetly parked.
all boats are discretely parked otherwise.
it was actually around 11025 years ago. i first heard about this in 1999, and it was 11000 years then.
it would deeply pain me that they’ve had to suffer staying in the closet for so long, but i would be happy that they are now free to be what they feel they need to be.
i put this question to my cat while parading naked in front of it.
i got no response other than a look of utter disdain.
apart from all the stuff already mentioned, some apps arise from a really insidious industry: blackmail through personal loan apps.
these apps fetch your contact details and the scumbags behind them exploit this info at your cost.
here’s a bbc expose on this with more info: https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-asia-india-66964510
and then there’s sms. especially when bank balance alerts are sent, that’s gold for marketers.
the 9th one is obviously you, OP.
quite technically, you’re mine.
maybe it’s waiting for you to tock?
a berry inspiring story, indeed.
i never said that there’s beauty in the lack of life. i said that there’s no beauty in life.
these are two very different statements.