Something about the limits of our knowledge and understanding. We remember nothing about our early years but we also know that they're massively important. Arguably more important than everything we've worked out since. It's a bit like God in a way.
Could be endless. I think there'll be more types of people in a gradual reduction of bit of this, bit of that. The man of tomorrow is spike-shaped lots and lots of little niches that don't know the others. Unfamiliar with all walks of life until we are forced to hand over governance to the robots, the only thing that can understand the breadth and variety.
And I guess it's ironic how an aging population and the infantilised world are one and the same. 60 is the new 40 and 16 is the new unborn, the new aborted fetus. This is exactly what is happening. The attempt to free ourselves from the cycle of life and death, a generation that exists not just for a little while but for all time.
It's why people used to say that the future belongs to the young. Which has admittedly gone now since the rise of plastic people's plastic plan for a 1000 year life. That revolt against nature that explains why it's so fashionable now to look like you've been embalmed. A superficial rejuvenation where there is no rejuvenation.
There's more life in those early years it's so much harder for children to tolerate the lifeless existence of ghouls. Order them to live like a geriatric death shirker and heaven knows what will come out of it.
They're missing out on the school of life and 18 months feels like a lifetime when you're 18 months. You should know that, you can remember it. To the ridiculously old it feels like 5 minutes but it's a life sentence for little children.
And I'll not be surprised when you get people believing in conspiracies because people are surprised by the stupidity of our institutions. You'd think that most doctors, being paid that much, would sound like these 8 but it's not the way things are. The faster things change the smaller this minority is. The rest of them are old-fashioned. It's not just that society only cares about old people, it does so in Jurassic ways. You have to argue ruthlessly against the ways things were to make the best of things as they are. In my own life the NHS has come to agree with what I used to have to fight them for, to the benefit of millions.
At least that's the plan. But the thing is if you're never going to retire there is no reason not to revolt. Forget the spirit of 1914 chomping at the bit to obey the old guard. The old guard does not care about you, growing more old and evil is their concern along with refusing to slide into irrelevance. We've had the spirit of 1914 but now we must tell the old guard that we will not listen to their fatuous nonsense. We were wrong to obey these obsolete and decadent terrorists in power.
The booster is not a third dose it's your second attempt at a second dose. Your second dose was made impotent and twice as toxic by having it too soon.
Men are men and women and women fighting a losing battle to you are what you do. One day there'll be as many genders as there are jobs I could easily see it becoming like a voluntary caste system. Lots and lots of self-reinforcing cells chosen by ourselves.
I contend that a contrast between men and women is simulated because there isn't the prospect of dying in battle or childbirth. There's not a lot he can do that she can't, and vice-versa. The difference between male and female are becoming less than that between one man and another. It's the individualism of not going down the mine together.
And then there's the world of business that has co-opted buddhism in its own machination. Sleep, rest, free time condensed down into a 45 minute programme. The microsleep. Don't take the stairs, take the elevator. Take the elevator and take a 7 second nap between floors.
God on the other hand is a young man. Possessed by a mysterious reason to not just get out of bed in the morning, but walk up the mountain. Why make life harder than it needs to be? It's a mystery. God met us when we were living in the trees and this slowly gives way to what you inherit from your parents. A sense that all that is great and good has already been created, and we are here to negate it.
The Buddha walks down the mountain and is a type of spokesperson for the culture. He's an old man espousing the comfort of retirement, the spirit of decline, the exhaustion of creative impulses.
An endangered minority in its own land, the red squirrel battles for existence against the invading grey squirrel. A battle now being won in a native comeback that seemed impossible just a few short years ago.
And they wipe their bum on the curtain. Its a pity communism doesn't work because capitalists in the gulf should be shot dead. The world wouldn't lose much merit if the top 20% were executed there.
The timing. In the west its like finding out a partner you were about to leave has cancer. Just when we needed loyalty, commitment and endurance we have malcontents and flakes
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RE: Do you remember when you were 1 years of age........?
Something about the limits of our knowledge and understanding. We remember nothing about our early years but we also know that they're massively important. Arguably more important than everything we've worked out since. It's a bit like God in a way.