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Wed, 16 Jul 2003
That was Kurt Cobain's famous last line, penned on his suicide note, and I recently saw it again on (of all places) some guy's sig on some IETF list (he's
I wonder why people believe this? And, in general, why people are driven to sacrifice their life, or their youth, for such abstract social fictions (there's that term again!) as fame (which is what I assume
I taste my food and drink. I talk to my friends. I read good books. I play music with others. These are things I understand, and things I enjoy doing. To sacrifice all that for the purposes of a few more orders of magnitude difference in the number of people who know my name? Maybe I'm too much of an Alan Watts reader/Epicurean.
I often think that people too readily apply their notions of
People will say,
And without recognizing this, it's just too easy to start thinking that the universe has treated you unfairly, or the world owes you something. Which is a sure path to a short bitter life.
Fairness is a social fiction, and a convenient one, but to think that it makes sense outside the realm of social interaction is foolish. "God works in mysterious ways" is just a poor translation for
Remark of Dr. Baldwin's concerning upstarts: We don't care to eat toadstools that think they are truffles. -- Mark Twain, "Pudd'nhead Wilson's Calendar"