quantum musings on a rainy day
from the first sip of morning coffee to the weeping sinner prostrate at the stern foot of Christ;
from banal bar chatter to philosophical discourse;
from the sensual gyrations at clubs electric blue with decadence to the perfectly whirling forms of broadway dancers;
from the quick sandwich lunch to intricate banquets and social gatherings;
from the one-night-stand to the reverential gazes of old lovers at the sunset of their lives.
every day is a face-to-face with our finitude****;
every event a filling of our time, somehow; every second a choice.
the human condition is this: that we have this choice. but it is not our choices that measure our humanity: it is coming to terms with the understanding of why we have choice in the first place. and so increasingly i’m coming to feel that humanity - true humanity - is realizing this inescapable, infinite finitude. and living with it. or, you know, just living, generally. yea. i like that.
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finitude*****
We must be born with an intuition of mortality. Before we know the words for it, before we know that there are words, out we come, bloodied and squalling with the knowledge that for all the points of the compass, there is only one direction, and time is its only measure.
Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead
theres two things i found out.
(preconditioning needed: now ive been studying moral and human psychology lately and discovered something right under my nose.
you see. men have almost all the capacity needed to cheat. now the only thing holding them back is social conditioning. but nature has its rights in that men were in fact created to spread their seeds as far adn wide as possible. think the entire fucking continent. yeaaaaaaaaaaaa.
hence hypothetically speaking, men. when confronted w a stimulus (i,e women w/and/or big/small boobs) will get itchyfied and jump at the chance. and will grab wotever they can handle (metaphorically). ie they will then unwittingly pick up the strings that come w it. shes a hoe. she got hiv, shes got two kids, shes a transvestite, shes got baggage, shes got expensive taste…bla bla….
there is sound evidence as to why this is so. and no, its not that they are bastards and they can keep their penises in their pants. well true dat.
you see, men have penises directly connected to the brain and visual organs/taste/smell via a stimulus (ie the above). and hence once triggered nerve endings will start the hypothalamus (node in the brain that controls appetite, peeing times, body temp. e.t.c) goin, and hence blood flow increases to the penis.)
hence we have wot we call the much dreaded "stiffy".
hence you cannot really blame all them men for being the despicable way they are. cos they just are.
hence back to wot i was saying.
you see? we are all connected through 6 degrees of freedom. friendster is a great reiinforcement of that. and that all events in ur life are directly/indirectly interlinked w ur same species. cool daat?
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now my next attempt is to mathematify the whole fucking 6 degrees f freedom thing so that we can calculate wot steps we need to take in order the meet the right ppl adn not to kena burned like me.
much the same way
"A few months ago, I knew zero japanese words. Over the past few months, I have acquired knowledge of one japanese word:
er. Kawaii?
By my expert mathematical calculation, this has created a percentage increase of infinity [calculation: (1-0)/0], a fact that enables me to make the following claim: I have infinitely improved my knowledge of the japanese language.
Aren’t you going to just salute me, warren?
hence also the fact that i suspect we can make a mistake both ways 50/50.
increasing our misery/happiness by infinity or….
we can fuck up twice as bad as we can gain from a windfall
result?: [expection= 50%Xour outcome. i.e happy/sad =(50%x1.0x10^gazzion)
and : [variance=50%xour outcome(squared)] =>this shows we a spoilt for choice. and that we have many many many chances to find out la !
so, my point is we esentially have a choice. even when we dont have a choice, its cos we choose not to choose. its kinda like set theory…….(click on link)
now, warwick just had to let another genius on the loose to go init?
ppl dont call me bollocks for nothing.
though, i maintain that my maths is all within sound logical reasoning.
