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The "A Minecraft Movie" movie is the most reactionary movie I've ever seen and the future zoomer world order is bright and wonderful

I would have called it "The humiliation of the coward Jack Black and the end of irony"

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The “A Minecraft Movie” movie is a good movie. It is very different from what was advertised. The exact thing you think it’s going to be when you watch the trailer, is what it is, but it is also something more than that.
The movie speaks a strange language, that is both film language, internet language, and something genuine, in a way that is very hard to disentangle and take apart. It’s ironic about being a movie, being a certain kind of movie.
It’s ironic about being a video game movie, and it’s especially ironic about being “a Minecraft movie”. But despite that it is not insincere. underneath the obtuse mix of film-language and irony, there is a surprisingly coherent and honest voice of sincerity.
The film opens with Jack Black doing an ironic movie voice-over, explaining how he became the “Steve” character. It is drenched in irony, exactly as you expect it would:
he references the internet meme of “children yearn for the mines”, he does his Jack Black thing of screamtalking and STRESSing random sylLABles while making a goofy face. His life story is, he was a loser and unhappy, and then he went to minecraft world and had fun.
It goes on a little too long to set up the basic film(tm) plotline for later in the movie, with a evil witch and a mcguffin and some movie stuff to do later.
But after this introduction, when he sends the mcguffin to earth to be found by the main character, the movie’s language changes. It is no longer gen x nihilism, or millennial irony after Jack Black is put in prison in hell, and we change protagonist to Young Zoomer Henry.
The reason the movie resonates with the Zoomers is because it reflects their own life experience back at them, and they pick up on that in a subconscious way even if they can’t articulate it.
The real plot of the movie is that a boy is SUCKED against his will into a RECTANGULAR PORTAL into a world that is HYPER STIMULATING and OVERSATURATED, where the people he meet tells him it is a beautiful world of “creativity”,
but it’s actually a really simplistic world of base Id expression and Id satisfaction, Image
Fuck wrong picture I mean Image
No sorry my bad I mean Image
And the person telling him all this, singing (literally) the praises of “creativity”, spinning a yarn about how in the real world, creativity is punished and you are bullied for being “creative”,
but in the magical Minecraft alternative dimension world, you can just <cum forever> I mean express yourself by building houses. Don’t think too hard about how every time you “put down a block” is make a pleasant “plop” sound and it’s clearly stimulating,
as every character is expressing extreme joy and the *act* of putting down each block. Not the “creative” part of planning out a project or solving a project, but the mere mechanical task of clicking the button. Anyways the guy telling you all that looks like this: Image
A fat, slovenly, unwashed, annoying manchild, who is exactly the opposite of what he claims to worship. Jack Blacks character is pure Id expression, because that’s the only thing Jack Black does. He’s childish and base and vulgar, and takes childish pleasure in base things.
The good news is, the movie is in on the joke. The spectacular news is, I don’t think Jack Black is. Either he isnt, or he is a much better actor than I give him credit for,
because the whole thing relies on him being himself, and the movie is, on both a literal reading level, and on a meta-interactive-internet level, making fun of Jack Black, both the role Steve and the Actor Jack.
In many other movies like this, this would have been a director with contempt for his audience, but that is not at all what A Minecraft movie does. This is just contempt for Jack Black, and the audience is welcomed to take part in it.
On a literal plot level, the antagonist of the movie is some witch pig lady. But on an emotional level, Steve is a villain, the shadow of the protagonist of the movie.
The main character Henry is a genuinely creative and smart kid. This is illustrated by him being able to draw well, and being a literal math genius, who can engineer a functioning rocket from scratch.
Jack Black is a “Creative”, which is illustrated by him making silly faces and yelling random nonsense Image
(This scene literally happens in the movie. Jack black has made a Creative People Chicken Oven, where he roasts chickens with lava) Image
When Henry and the other cast of characters are stuck in minecraft world, they are not actually aided by Steve. They are told that they are, he tells them they are, but at no point in the movie does he ever really help them out of a situation he didnt cause -
in fact the whole reason they are stuck in there is Steve’s fault in the first place, for sending the McGuffin to earth. The only act of real creative thinking, in the plot, is near the end when Henry uses a gun he made to utilize a teleportation spell, to shoot it to where they need to go.
The formal villain of the movie is Malgosha, an evil Witch, who’s backstory is that she was ridiculed by her pig society for wanting to be an expressionist dancer, and so she swore to destroy all “creativity”
(that’s the word they use in the movie, over and over), forever, while committing to her culture’s goal of maximizing gold mining. She wants to invade minecraft world to mine their gold and destroy all creativity.
But in this, she is more of a shadow of Steve than of Henry. Henry is never seriously confronted with giving up on his abilities. But Steve’s “creativity” is exactly the same as Malgosha: autistic grinding of some arbitrary resource.
And despite her being “the evil witch who forswore Creativity”, she is a magical witch, who has grand plans and schemes, and she even created a weird giant Frankenstein’s monster pig that can shoot laser beams.
Seems pretty creative to me! But it is not, of course, “Creative”. Steve, the poster child of “CREATIVITY”, only wears blue shirts - the movie makes multiple jokes hammering this down.
The heroes go on a journey and hunt for the mcguffin, they learn a thing or two about friendship along the way, and they have a big CGI fight between two armies at the end (because that’s what you do in movies now), and then the interesting stuff can happen:
As the portal is repaired and they can go back to IRL, there is not a second of doubt in Henry about whether to go home. When Steve asks him and says, in his jack black irony nihilism voice,
“Don’t you want to stay in my magical world with be and Be Creative without Getting Bullied”, Henry is more or less just going “wtf no u pussy. I’m not a fucking coward. what are you talking about”.
And Steve is shamed into coming with them, and make something of himself, in the real world. This then all happens as a funny “movie montage”, in the movie language thing.
But this is what I mean about it being a strange mix of languages. It uses irony, but only because “thats what films do”, and it speaks film-language, sincerely.
The story ultimately never portrays “the minecraft world” as a good place, but a place of indulgence, of Id expression and satisfaction. Steve is a perverted gross imp, who has lived for 20 years as a NEET indulging himself in base dopamine grinding.
He is a gooner. And the film itself utterly rejects him: there is no ambiguity here, the minecraft world is bad, and the real world is what matters. “being creative” in minecraft is shallow and hollow, and is a bad outlet for your talents.
The hypersaturated world of hyperreality, of the media-mediated reality that was forced on the zoomers, as their parents plopped a phone or ipad on them as children, is a shallow and hollow mimicry of the real world,
and exposing children to “minecraft” at age 9 is not going to make them more “creative”, it is just going to make them into autistic gooners. It is not really a minecraft movie.
It is a movie about the zoomer life experience, and a genuine and open confrontation with prior generations. The minecraft branding is arbitrary. The emotional core of the movie, and there truly is a genuine human emotional core, is a genuine inter-generational dialogue.
And I say, the reason the zoomers like it, is not some ironic doubly irony joke where they pretend to like a bad movie - that is just what it looks like to millenials, because “that’s what millennials do”.
The reason they like it is because they ressonate with a story about being raped by a magical portal that sends you to a fake world you have to escape from.
And that is extremely genuine and real, and the movie totally succeeds in expressing something, that possibly haven’t been captured in art before, with the novelty of our technological-historical situation.
The ultimate message of “A Minecraft Movie” is: “The people who made these phones and screens and made sure you had one in your hands at age 6, all have names and addresses.“ Image
And the way it portrays this message is by showing over and over again that Jack Black, as a stand in for gen X nihilism and millennial irony, is totally oblivious, that he doesn’t “get it”, that he is a clown who is not in on the joke.
You could say a million more things about the movie, I am only scratching the surface and talking about my immediate takeaway, the overall thematic coherence of the whole thing, but there is a million things you could dig further into.
It’s funny, engaging, and genuine. And Jack Black is not in on the joke. That’s what makes it work and that’s the point,
and as the credits rolled in the theater, two zoomers who were leaving turned around and waved and smiled and yelled something to me, and I had no idea what they were saying, and I think that’s beautiful.

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Oct 23
Everyone gets all apocalyptic just because there's going to be a population crunch because of the specific situation around Boomers, the post war global economy, and the invention of female birth control, which is plain to see everywhere you look, and impacts every part of our lives, but people don't understand statistics and second order effects and just operate on vibes, and then they imagine REASONS for the apocalyptic vibes they are catching, and try to explain that they feel sad because (world war 3 is gonna kill us all, putin and the Russians are gonna kill us all, China is gonna kill us all, Trump is gonna kill us all, covid is gonna kill us all, Bill gates is gonna kill us all, AI is gonna kill us all, AI Regulation is gonna kill us all, climate change is gonna kill us all, George soros and Peter thiel and the antichrist is gonna kill us all, etc etc)
Emotions always "come first", and you feel apocalyptic BEFORE you read the news every morning, to find out WHY you are feeling like that. Modern information-scape is not journalism or even information, but a very nuanced and complicated form of "therapy"
Oh, and how does that make you feel?
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There is a vast difference between talking about sex, and sexual fantasies - sexual fantasies barely have anything to do with sex, but everything to do with trauma. sexual fantasies are simplifications of the world, deliberate simplifications of things that are complicated, and in their complication, frustrating to the mind. Usually more than frustrating, frightening.

Fetishization is formalisation of the distance at which approaching the object of desire is safe. if, for example [brown people] appear to hold the object of desire, appear to have access to or contain some kind of Value, but they are foreign and unknown territory to you, and there is an anxiety in that, then the solution becomes, approaching [brown people] inside sexual fantasy.

Generally, whatever gets you off, whatever you hyper-focus on in sexual fantasies, is in some way the thing you are most scared about. This is not because it helps you get off - rather the other way around. It as a psychological attempt at bio-hacking, at hacking your own biology; tricking yourself by jerking off so you wont feel so scared.

It’s not: "arachnophobic huh you must secretly want to fuck spiders"

its:

You are SO AFRAID of spiders that in a panic, you start jerking off whenever you see one, to try to drown out your fears and thoughts in the pleasure-stimuli, and over time doing this has made you associate spiders with jerking off, and created a self destructive feedback loop as a coping mechanism for your initial fear response to spiders. You don’t want to “fuck” spiders, you specifically want to jerk off while being afraid of spiders.

This is also the answer to “Monkey in nature does not jerk off, only monkey in captivity, what this mean”. It’s also why you feel ashamed after finishing. It’s also why people get “addicted” to internet porn. It’s a lot of things.

Great internet poster and zoomer “Brian”, recently spoke of, “Polygamy, promiscuity, strange sexual habits in general, are acts of cowardice and attempts to hide oneself from love“, this is true. Strange sexual habits in general are a way to affirm distance to what is desired, and in terms of sexuality, this is, closeness to the other, connectedness, love.Image
Once upon a time there was a little boy that got raped by his paedophile uncle. His name was C, for Child Abuse.

After being abused sometime before his teenage years, he became a very moody and aggressive teenager. He changed schools and moved away from home early, and he kept the fact of his victimization secret from everyone he met, except people who proved themselves in some way as trustworthy. After years, when he was legally an adult, he would tell certain people, who he considered his closest friends, as a way of expressing his trust in them.

C claimed that he did not have any conscious memory of the incident, but only the aftermath. He claimed he did not remember it happening at all, but only being told about it, and living in the aftermath of it all. He would even crack jokes about it.

C didn’t know the specifics - of “how bad was it”, he didn’t know if he had been anally raped, orally, if he had been indecently touched, how much, how little. All he knew was that he had been “abused”, somehow. And of course, his parents didn’t like to talk about it, so he had never asked for clarification. In fact he had never asked for clarification about anything and didn’t know anything about what had happened to his uncle in the aftermath of being found out. C didn’t know how he had been found out. Had he told his parents? Had his rapist been caught red handed? C simply didn’t know, and he didn’t care to find out. “best not to think about it”, he figured. “I don’t want to be like one of those victims who make it their entire life story you know”. Then a huge ominous thunderstroke split the air exactly when he said that.

The Uncle was not in prison. Had he been at some point? Had it gone to the police? C didn’t know. If it had - then how come he was now out and about in the world, and not in prison? If it hadn’t - then how could his parents love him? If it was all true, how could his uncle be alive and seemingly unpunished? And seeing as he couldn’t remember any of it happening, was he just taking his parents word for it? Did it really happen? And if it did, why was the only feelings and memories he had of his uncle good and pleasant? That would mean he was a sick disgusting gay freak who enjoyed his own victimization, right? Right?

C had a lot on his mind, and couldn’t make heads and tails of it. So eventually he simply gave up trying to, and locked it all deep deep down never to be talked about or thought about seriously ever again.

When C reached sexual maturity, a social pattern in his behaviour started to emerge. By the time he was a legal adult, it had more or less fully solidified as his core personality.

C would take it upon himself to act as a tutor to people he found “worthy”, being intelligent, cunning, or funny. He would act as a kind of social teacher to other misaligned youths, and help them find a way to enter into a community. He was drawn to people with some kind of Great Pain in them, and would offer solidarity and friendship to them. He would be a big, safe “teddy bear” man, who was big and strong, but unthreatening, and soft, and sexless. C never had any long term romantic relationships, a perpetual bachelor. Like a big, safe, trustworthy, uncle, who just couldn’t find a nice girl to settle down with, and instead settled into being this pseudo-familial figure to all the little lost souls of the world, all the little boys and girls both.

Then, whenever one of the girls was heartbroken and weak and easy prey and had let her guard down around him after years of grooming, he would suddenly “fall in love with her” - this time it’s different, we’re actually in love! And then he would seduce and abuse them in their time of vulnerability - be it after a breakup, a death in the family, anything that made them emotionally vulnerable - and he would get tired of them in a month or two, then cut all ties and burn all bridges with them and anyone related to them, and sociopathically pretend they were never that close in the first place, and good riddance anyways.

C returned to the “scene of the crime” in his mind, that he remembered better than he would admit, and spent his life roleplaying as the man who had victimized him.

C did this on a subconscious level, because it was a way for him, through the safety of fantasy, of being-within-fantasy, being able to reinterpret and interact with his own emotional residue of being abused. Within this fantasy re-enactment he was “safe” to engage with his emotions of shame and humiliation and guilt - and love for his rapist.

C was a amoral monster that caused incredible amounts of suffering in the world around him, and he never apologised for it, because, of course, in the end, he was the victim.

Roleplaying as the perpetrator, as the aggressor and the cause of his trauma, allowed C to explore the memory from a position of “control”, and explore his emotions from a position of relative safety. Every re-enactment of his own rape was a kind of virtual reality space to explore, to go back in time and try to discover the answer to the ultimate question:

How could he do this to me?
A boy of 14 years wakes up in a hospital bed. He has no memories, except weeks of nightmares, of demons torturing him for literally, the entirety of everything he can remember. He does not remember anything about his childhood, a complete blank slate. He does not remember anyone except his closest family, vaguely. His name was N, for No Memories.

His muscles had atrophied from being unconscious for so long, that he could not even move his arms above his chest. He could not stand up. He could not speak, brain damage turning his vague sense of thought into meaningless blubber on his tongue. He was perfectly incapable and turned into an object of no agency, acted only upon, unable to act.

Weeks later, he stands up for the first time, and washes his own hands. The water rinsing his hands feels sweet, like nectar, and he hallucinates the the entire room fills with butterflies, and he cries.

Later in life N returns to perfect normality. No one can tell there’s anything wrong with him but he feels a terrible vulnerability from having been made so completely broken and defenceless, at a time in life when a man first begins to assert himself upon the world.

When N has his first stimulant - a cup of coffee - after being sent home to the real world, he has a weird sensation: he thinks, “This feels like how I used to think”. The small stimulant makes him feel whole, makes him remember what it felt like, not to miss a part of his brain.

Later, N discovers that drinking alcohol makes him brave and stupid and able to kiss girls. Later, N discovers drinking alone. Later, N discovers drinking alone while doing as many drugs as possible, and hyperstimulation himself in every possible way, of which the 21th century offers plenty. Drugs, food, porn, “music”, and mathematically complex videogames about juggling as many co-related values towards some arbitrary aim, as possible - then, taking it all in all at once; multiple narratives, constant visual stimulation, combined with gradual numbing and retardation through medication, creates this perfect sensation of being “gone”, of being completely “focused” - no longer in “the body”.

Hyperstimulation and hyper focus, unto, just passing out.

N Returns to the “scene of the crime”, by trying to mentally recreate the sensation of being a pure object, eroding his sense of will, and returning to the hospital bed, unable to move. He does this through a ritualised use of drugs and stimulants, that in combination serve to recreate some kind of sensation of being “so tired you can’t physically lift your arms” - so tired you can’t think, and you’re just a big bag of empty meat.

He does this because the memory of it is traumatic; it is unresolved. At some level, it is an attempt to “resolve” it - to time-travel back to that moment of helplessness and understand it. It becomes a behavioural loop because, once he “gets there” so to speak, he is once again, completely retarded, from having had 20 beers.

N has a traumatic memory and re-enacts it and re-creates it over and over an over again, for years. Because despite it going nowhere, every time he drinks until he passes out, he sees the butterflies. Or well, he doesn’t, but he feels like: next time, for sure.

N has created a destructive behavioural coping mechanism for his traumatic incident, by focusing on the experience of helplessness. If instead, N had focused on his experience of overcoming helplessness, of the experience of washing his hands, and ritually recreated that moment, by, say, for example, the experience of lifting weights to-and-through failure, he would have created a constructive coping mechanism.
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Oct 7
The anti-hero and it’s consequences has ruined countless generations of men, and it continues to ruin them even as we speak. The literary anti-hero is a reflection of a psychological tendency that runs in all modern men. It’s a little voice that tells you that you are beyond redemption.

There’s a lot of talk about reviving the mode of being that is heroism. Neo-masculinity, neo-paganism, neo-barbarism. Neo-spartanism. Neo-antiquity. The basic premise that man today is weak and needs “rewilding”. Same basic idea. But if we are to become Greeks, one should take seriously the question of, “and then one day, for no reason at all, the Greeks converted to Christianity”.

In this falsification of history that we are all collectively undertaking, in creating a new interpretation of history, you have to account for the mythological significance that the undiluted, uncorrupted, non-decadent superior Greek was supplanted. I’m just saying if your explanation is “they got tricked”, then your premise of supremacy is in contradiction with itself. Odysseus is rolling in his grave. He would have loved someone who was that good at tricking people.

In our era, the anti-hero is more prevalent than the hero himself. We are already long beyond the anti-hero in literature and fiction. The idea of the masked, caped “super-hero” is already at it’s invention, created as a literary deconstruction. Spider-man was created to be an anti-hero: a permanent loser who couldn’t revel in the spoils of heroism. All “super heroes” are, as a literary category, anti-heroes.

The most terrible example I can think of is the Scandinavian brooding divorcee police detective, of so many airport novels. This archetype has invaded all of contemporary fiction. It’s essentially the cornerstone of the archetype of the man “stepping back” and letting women have a go at it, which is having an upsurge lately. Brooding bald single dad in video games. It’s the closest the mainstream has come to making a character “relatable” through his “personal flaws”.

There’s something very revolting about these things, which becomes especially apparent as time goes on, and you see worse and worse men trying to write them. It becomes more and more apparent that this is self-indulgent. The brooding bald single dad feels sorry for himself. That’s not particularly masculine and heroic. The anti-hero is ultimately childish. It’s wanting to have your cake and eat it too. Rather than standing up to your wife in IRL life, you’d rather write God of War 3 where your stupid bitch wife is dead and you can just be free to indulge in revenge or rage or whatever. It’s a coping fantasy of avoidance of the central problem, that becomes more and more pathetic as it’s iterated by worse and worse, more and more cowardly, male writers.

Many mainstream popular media fields have gone through the same process. The first iteration of creative work was generated by “real men” - comic books as we know them were invented by a group of American war veterans. Then after a while, they started to be made by people who had never been to war, but had grown up reading comic books. Now they are being made by women and failsons and Disney suits. Video games went through a similar process: The original creative spark was a group of autistic hypernerds. Today video games are being made by people who grew up playing video games. Manga and anime went through a similar process.

Television, very notably, went through a similar process. Today all television is written by people who grew up watching Joss Whedon being “snarky” and jerking off to teenagers. In ten years it will be made by people who grew up watching Rick and Morty.Image
The people making these things are like all of us, dealing with the impacts of modernism and our technological environment. Living in permanent hyper-propaganda in a socially disintegrating, more and more alien and lonely world, where we are all desperate for affection, which the tools we have become dependant on, frustrate and actively prevent. But unlike the people who invented comic book super heroes, they weren't forced by circumstance and history to become hardened killers. So the product shows this. They are still childish.

The anti-hero is the brooding teenage fantasy of being a “secret good guy, who does a little bad things, but for the sake of good”. Everyone thinks about this at age 12, because it’s a stepping stone in trying to come to terms with your own agency as a man in the world. Your relationship to women, you are disgusted and horrified the first time you hold one in your arms and realize that you have total power over her. Part of working that out is imagining that you are a grey jedi, who does a little bit of the dark side, but he’s actually on the good guy’s side. It’s like imagining stopping a school shooting or saving that girl you like in class. Everyone does it. But it’s not enough when you’re older than 20.

Redemption demands total commitment. You can’t have it both ways. The leap of faith is total. You can’t keep a foot on solid ground “just in case“ things go wrong and it doesn't pan out. Redemption is free. Redemption will cost you everything. There is no contradiction.

The reason modern mainstream media sucks is because it’s being written by people with a total lack of commitment to anything. The anti-hero is the lack of commitment crystallized to an archetype. The Hero is total commitment. Gigachad is a hero.

The way this manifests in you is your lack of commitment. “I want a good trad life for YOU, but me, oh no I couldn’t possibly have one.” “I want for YOU to have a loving wife and many children, but me? Oh no I’m beyond redemption, I don’t deserve that, so I can just have a little degeneracy and have sex with floozies and put notches on my belt.” “I want for YOU to be healthy and strong, but me, oh no, I don’t deserve that, so I can just indulge in being fat and eating trash.”

The anti-hero inside you is not this false humility: the anti-hero is pride. The only thing preventing the anti-hero from becoming a genuine hero is his own pride. Peter Parker holds on to his secret identity out of pride, not humility, and every single story ever written about Spider-Man is about how he creates his own problems. “With great strength comes great responsibility” - but he refuses to let go of his desire to have a private life and commit to becoming a full hero. All of super-heroes famously have these tragic personal flaws that supposedly “humanizes” them. Another way of saying “humanize” in this sense is “holding them back from achieving their potential”.

Rather than humility, of being a mere-human, the anti-hero is messianic: it is the claim that YOU are Christ. YOU are the transcendent point between humanity and divinity. YOU get to have a foot in each world. It is saying “*I* am going to carry the cross of humanity on my back”. Oh no, a good life, I couldn't possibly. You have one though. Me, I’m good. I’m busy over here with my cross. And my promiscuous sex life and my indulgences of appetite.

Messianic thinking then leads to apocalyptic thinking, because to justify divinity, you always need an apocalypse. And before you know it, you’ve filled your head with ideas of the end of the world which – I mean, it’s the END OF THE WORLD we’re trying to prevent here, so we’re going to need every hand we can get. Even a brooding, edgy antihero who uses a little bit of the dark side of the force. Right? Ends justify the means.

Counting and weighing your own sins in this way is an attempt to barter with God. God is not a merchant looking to scope a hot deal. Or if you don’t like the religious framework:
morality is not a merchant looking for a hot deal. Redemption is free. It requires total commitment. There’s no contradiction.

Lau-tzu says: “The master finishes his work, then steps back” not, “the master finishes his work, then he can have a little jerking off to video of a borderline retarded teenage girl being sodomized by a psychopath, as a treat”

You are not beyond redemption. You have to do your part. We need all the hands we can get.Image
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Sep 24
Self-denial for the modern intellectual
"For whosoever will save his life shall lose it: and whosoever will lose his life for my sake shall find it."

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I have low self esteem. That is a causal thing, a biological thing. Self esteem is not a conclusion you make after rationally inspecting yourself. It’s probably the thyroid or something, I don’t know the exact details.
But I can say what it’s not: it is not a rational assessment, made by your higher mind, after neutrally inspecting yourself and making a distant, scientific, neutral and true rational conclusion and judgment. The emotions come fist, and the rational mind comes after.
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Jul 28
The Dizziness of the Good Samaritan
What does it mean to have the best intentions in hall of mirrors

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Kierkegaard describes the concept of human agency as "the dizziness of freedom", with the parable of, when you are standing at the top of a cliff looking down, the vertigo and nausea you experience is caused not by the fantasy "I might accidentally fall off and die",
but rather that you are faced with the implicit undeniable knowledge, that you could CHOOSE to throw yourself off at any point, and what the cliff does is it faces you with your own freedom and capacity for human agency, in a way that an animal does not experience,
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reacting to a ten year old jpg by turning the chair around and "getting real" with the kids: ACTUALLY this is serious business and here's why 1/? 🧵
of course it references something in the real world. thats how sharing works. someone shared that this happened to them on the internet, and people related to it, and thats why you have seen the picture
everything now is just narrativising peoples their own internal cognition to them. everything is just

picture
text that tells you what is in the picture

"threads" about ten year old memes are just this Image
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