Like you, most people have a hard time imagining how to make things better.
My poor imagination continues.
There has never been a shortage of people and prescriptions to "make things better." I already gave you a first conjecture. Allow me to add the second. :)
Conjecture 1. [Finiteness, Certainty]
Man will succumb to his own invention, with probability 1, in a time with finite expectation.
Conjecture 2. [Conservation of Energy]
The conservation of energy is made manifest by the myth of progress. Energy transmutations will
remain unpredictable, but their rate will increase, with probability 1, in a time with finite expectation.
VVV are the way, renamed as VCV is fine too.
The phrase exists to deify Victorian thought. Conjecture 1 assures its demise.
Yes, tradable citizenship would result in lots of lovely money - wealth is much better than living in caves with head lice
Wealth is a term whose meaning depends on an object. In your usage, you refer to material wealth and shelter.
Head lice, syphilis, demodex mites and cancer cells exhibit no special preference for material wealth or material poverty.
winter blowing in the front door
"open" and "closed" are adverbs. Material wealth may enable you to enjoy their use more often but time and energy is expended in the process. Conjecture 2 is at work.
or even as state serfs in the current badly run kleptocratic suffocatocracies.
Chuang Tzu at work:
Once, when Chuang Tzu was fishing in the P'u river, the king of Ch'u sent two officials to go and announce to him: "I would like to trouble you with the administration of my realm."
Chuang Tzu held onto the fishing pole and, without turning his head, said, "I have heard that there is a sacred tortoise in Ch'u that has been dead for three thousand years. The king keeps it wrapped in cloth and boxed, and stores it in the ancestral temple. Now would this tortoise rather be dead and have its bones left behind and honored? Or would it rather be alive and dragging its tail in the mud?"
"It would rather be alive dragging its tail in the mud," said the two officials.
Chuang Tzu said, "Go away! I'll drag my tail in the mud!"
From: "Chuang Tzu, Basic Writings," translated by Burton Watson, NY:Columbia Univ. Press, (1964), pg 109. |
