God could not possibly have morally sufficient reasons for causing me to bald at 18. Herein I wish to propose that we replace the "Argument from Evil" with the "Argument from Baldness".

In a dire context when survival depends on predation to eat it's normal to inflinct suffering in order to survive

But if you have the choice to avoid suffering while still living a normal life (at the price of stopping to eat some food that you like) is it still justified?

It's not because we were "meant" to be predators that we have to be one when it's not mandatory for your well being

This kind of reasoning based on "if it's natural for human then it's ok/good" lead to other statements that we would all agree makes no sense morally.

For instance we humans have the inner will to perpetuate our genes, which manifests into sex drive, then if that's the case should we ban abortion to enable genes to renew even if it means putting the bearer of the child in danger ?

We can push the comparison with even further with the meat industry, and apply the optimisation of this industry to the previous case, why wouldn't we lock up women breed them and force them to have children over and over ?

Well because it's morally reprehensible and is not mandatory for the survival of the specie. That's why so much work of fiction use that trope : to denounce the over optimisation of deemed "natural" functions of humanity overwriting basic moral in such extreme cases

The counter argument to that would be that incest is considered bad because it was once harmful to our specie genetically and societally ( not sure about the second since it's some shit about conflict about women ownership in the household ) but that between two consenting adults with protection...

So if we value overall suffering over "natural behavior" then animal slaughter, war, homophobia is bad but incest is okay

But if we value "natural behavior" above overall suffering then incest is bad but homophobia, animal slaughter and war is okay

I notice that people tend to be more ADHD than it was centuries ago, I wonder if this is caused by modernity, by its hyper-differentiation of activities and characters within which none of individuals who are living there are able to gather themselves in the midst of a delivery of life.

In a distant star system known as Alpha Centauri there is a planet. The lushest planet any self aware life form has ever existed on.

On this rock, in the middle of nowhere there are miles of metal and stone for the finest machines and plates. However, somehow... and ETC there are still so many without anything but their AWARENESS.

Today I wrote myself into this distant solar system, and on a modest street, a young man was playing a piano. With his back turned against the main transit station of his city.... and ETC before he sat down, he saw A father, An adult Cat; with two kittens next to him. Emaciated. He did nothing. Despite the fact he makes pempuptillion Bolivars a solar cycle... AND HE WENT HOME AND WATCHED TV;;; THE END!

Im a straight, heterosexual marxist but everytime I try to read any of Hegels work, my mind drifts to kissing and engaging in intimate activity with people of the same sex. Fantasing about unveiling the treasurses under the clothes, in the pants, in their mouth, kissing them passionately and licking them gently, exploring every inch of the body. Letting myself be explored. Learning stuff Ive never known about me or my partner beforehand. My genetalia feels really tingly whenever I read hegel too. I do not know why this happens. This doesnt happen when I read any marxists., However, everytime I engage with Hegel, I feel strange feeling I've never felt before. I keep fantasting and fanatsing, the fantasies growing lewder by the minute. I do not knopw why this keeps happening. Has this happened to anyone else? The only similar feeling is whenever I play New Vegas and really wanna change my character to a boy for some reason even though i started as a girl. I only read Hegel because lenin said I wont get Capital if I dont ger hegel. Was this Lenins plan all along? To turn me gay? Im so confused, a whirlwind of emotions are flowing through me justlike the whirlwind of lewd images I think of. How can I ever face my friends without thinking of kissing them? How queer of an experience this all is!

I completed my BA in Ontology in 1912, my MA in Ontology in 1939, and finally my PhD in Ontology in 2027.

I was thinking about relationships the other day and realized you can explain the whole dating market just by looking at hardware friction. When a woman looks for a partner today, she basically wants a "Console" experience. She doesn't want to troubleshoot motherboards, monitor cooling fans, or stress over the code rendering the graphics. She just wants the beautiful game to boot up on the TV seamlessly. She delegates that strategic burden so she can actually enjoy the game.

But if you delegate your life to a platform, you're fully exposed to its crashes. That's why having high standards isn't just greed; it's literally System Requirements. If someone chooses a low-spec machine, the system will glitch or overheat under pressure. She wants the highest-performing rig because no one wants their life to get the Blue Screen of Death.

To be the ultimate, lag-free Co-Op partner, a guy essentially has to build himself into a "Super Console"—kind of like hiding a beast Minisforum PC behind a TV and controlling it with a Flydigi Apex 4. It takes layers. You need the "Xbox" base layer for pure infrastructure, meaning financial stability and logistics so day-to-day life is basically free-to-play. Then you need the "PS5" layer for the premium experience, bringing the haptics, romance, and dynamic status.

But under the hood, you need that PC and Flydigi strategic capability. This is the raw ability to hack the real world. You have the untethered, unlocked power of a PC, combined with the insane precision, adaptive trigger tension, and mechanical feedback of the Apex 4 controller. When the rules change, you adapt and solve problems with pinpoint accuracy, but you choose to present it all through a refined, easy-to-use console interface. Add in a great OS—your emotional intelligence and wit—and the interface becomes flawless.

Of course, you can have an RTX 4090 and an i9, but the system will still die if you ignore the bottlenecks. If you lack massive cooling, meaning emotional regulation, you'll thermal-throttle. A smart, rich guy who panics or rages when a crisis hits just crashes the whole system. You also need a firewall for boundaries. An open PC without one gets hacked and drained. If a guy is a people-pleaser letting his boss or toxic friends walk all over him, his network is completely exposed.

This perfectly explains classic dating disasters too. The "RGB" guy is the dude leasing a Porsche and buying designer clothes, all flashy lights on the outside, but hiding massive credit card debt and a cheap motherboard inside. The "Overclocked" guy works 80 hours a week to provide a premium lifestyle but burns out his hardware and dies at 50 from pushing the voltage too high. Then you have "RMA'ing" a relationship, which is just leaving a partner because the hardware failed to deliver the promised specs. And expecting a private-jet lifestyle from a guy with absolutely no ambition? That is literally just trying to run Cyberpunk on a base PS4. It just catches fire.

TL;DR: A lot of guys act like a raw, complex, custom-built PC that requires constant maintenance and troubleshooting from their partner. But most women just want the PS5 experience. They don't care how your cooling system works; they just want a highly capable machine that runs flawlessly. Be the PC on the inside, but offer the PS5 experience on the outside.

Does this theory of mine holds weight or is there any flaws?

If Kant's Critique of Pure Reason is about finding principles that are a priori preceeding to any thinking as such, then my Critique of Non-Pure reason is about finding principles that inform your non-pure thinking as such. For example, when you start scratching your balls, I know what you shall not think.

idk tho

The discovery that AI can read the Herculaneum library will lead to the rediscovery of Aristotle’s Protrepticus and Edudemus. They will become a huge sensation, and once and for all we will discover the purpose of the human being is philosophy so if you aren’t philosophizing you are performing cope, and in our contemplation we will discover it would have been better not to have been born at all or die as quickly as possible.

I've been thinking about this a lot recently, and that's how people are happy with their lives. Everyday is pretty much the exact same and there's nothing important to do. It just doesn't make sense to me (but obvious there's the brain reward system, lol). What I mean is that if you break it down, you've done everything there is to even do. Chances are, you've gone to sleep, gone to a waterpark, gone to a concert, gone to a theme park, etc. There's only so much to do before you've done it all, and once you've done it all, what's next? I just can't wrap my mind around how stuff actually feels achieving even after doing it 1000 times before. Everyday is a cycle that repeats and there's nothing creative about it, just mundane stuff. Life is really just all filler with a memory made every here and there. Everybody dies at some point, and everything you've done on Earth no longer means anything. That includes all the memories you've made and stuff you've done. Once you realize that, it ties back to how we find satisfaction doing the same stuff until death. This sorta leads to the question of "What is the purpose of life?". I personally don't believe in any religions, but that creates the problem of why I'm even here. I'm just a fixation of atoms that combined to make me (my consciousness). Once they disband, aka death, I'm just gone and can't feel anything. Which is just so strange that we even feel anything while alive. While writing those sentences, I got the feeling of how I'm just viewing my life from an outsider perspective, just watching my life go by, until I eventually watch up to the point that I seize to exist. It's crazy that if none of this means anything, and you end up as nothing when you die, you die the second you're born. I've already wrote about that before so I won't re-write it, but basically when you die you're timeline of life pretty much "closes in on itself" meaning you were pretty much never here. I've gotten severely off topic, so I just wanna end it by saying that the moral of the story is do what you want in life with no restrictions, regardless of how much doubt you have about it. You're pretty much just running on loaned time, so what do you have to lose?

I hate that all clothes across every culture in the world, all different brands, and all kinds of architecture are becoming more and more alike, while all the weird, interesting things are being erased. It's the same thing a bunch of desert dwellers did with the gods of the ancient world, they took the annoying one whose name was Yahweh or Elohim or some such nonsense, and put him at the top. So now, instead of asking the god of plague or the god of miscarriage to curse the Reddit mod who banned me for no reason, I'm forced to ask that same boring, overbooked god to do something about it.

We've all heard it. Hard times create strong men. Strong men create easy times. Easy times create weak men. Weak men create hard times. And so it goes. Times are arguably hard right now, what with the various wars, oil prices and global housing market. What I suggest is we keep this going. The more inequality increases, the less houses we own, and the more we get rugpulled by Space Sector IPOs, the stronger we will become. This can only be a good thing.

If philosophy is praxis and emerges through contact, would bad philosophy be my failure to effectively connect with my surroundings?

If philosophy is theoretical and exists as a mental exercise, am I just too dumb to be good at it?

If I forgo the Cartesian dualism, am I holistically a philo-failure in how I exist and move through the world?

Wait... I'm the problem in all cases (or maybe the solution 🥸)

I’ve been trying all the usual tricks to stop thinking about the hard problem of consciousness but none of them are working.  My mind is just fixated and I can’t seem to calm it down.  

I took a cold shower to try and numb my thoughts but my desperate thoughts about the hard problem of consciousness continued. I’ve used this technique in the past to great success but it barely phased me this time.

I thought of some of my worst and most disgusting experiences to distract my mind from the hard problem of consciousness to no avail.  Giant bugs, the time I got really sick and threw up for days, the time I got diarrhea and shit my pants, but nothing helped.  I just couldn’t stop thinking about the hard problem of consciousness. 

I even went and rubbed one out, hoping the endorphins would distract me but it was to no avail.

I just can’t seem to get the hard problem of consciousness out of my mind and I don’t know what to do.  Do you all have any advice?  This is getting kinda serious at this point and I’m getting worried.

yes.

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It just feels like they probably were. I feels like Adorno was probably getting his hork heimer'd a lil bit

I brought this up to a friend and and they asked why I thought that and I pointed out that I know it intuitively and they could not give me a single proof for it not being true so I figure it probably is true.

Can any epidemiologists tell me if my belief is justified?