That's what the big bump over our eyebrows is for. We are cursed whether we like it or not.
<<the self-believed ability to peer in into the future is a terrifying curse :0)>>
"You are born, and cursed, good luck, you'll need it. See you at the other end."
Without the bump, we'd have to live like turtles - sitting in the sun wondering what to do next. Going nowhere. Hoping for the best.
The real challenge is to think it fun: "Oh cool. I get to play real, 3D, up close and personal, last man standing, no holds barred, all and any boundary conditions do not exist, the rules of physics only apply while they do until somebody invents some new ones. General and special theories of relativity have been done, but probabilistic consciousness identity in Cyberspace has not, and financial relativity theory is at the event horizon with Black Scholes pricing gravitational forces writ large as the singularity is reached. "
When born, we should be warned: Count your blessings, your gold, and your telomeres while they last. Good luck, you'll need it. Happy birthday to you. May all your problems be little ones.
Tout ou rien,
Mqurice |
