According to Mewp, who posts his theory here, the point of your existence is to produce as much dopamine as possible.
Stay alert, ye nameless, toiling animals
Hindsight is wonderful. When we look back at, say, World War II, TV documentaries cover the rise of Hitler in a few minutes. It’s easy to forget that Hitler was head of the National Socialist Party from 1921, fully 12 years before he became Chancellor in 1933. And it was another 6 years before WWII officially kicked off with the invasion of Poland.
I’ve often wondered what that all looked like for people living it in real-time. And oddly enough, three articles in the Sydney Morning Herald this weekend got me thinking about how that relates to the big global issues today.
From the mouths of children
Yesterday, while walking the Sydney Harbour Bridge and afterwards (photos to come), we heard a couple of magnificent comments from children.
From a girl about 10 years old, objecting to being told what to do by her father: “If you love me, you’ll stop being arrogant.” (I’m impressed that she knew “arrogant” at her age!)
And two girls, also about 10yo, chanting together:
We don’t do the dishes
Because we’re so delicious!
That’s a damn fine excuse for not doing the housework if ever I heard one. And they were as cute as buttons. I’d even have taken a quick photo except that in the 21st Century any attention given to someone else’s children brands you a paedophile. Bloody paranoia.
It’s still bestiality if the dog is dead
Sadly, in Michigan, the defence that “a dead dog is not an animal and therefore cannot be violated against its will” won’t get you off charges of having sex with the carcass of your girlfriend’s dog. Saturday nights will never be the same.
Le Grand Content
A thoughtful video for a Sunday morning from Clemens Kogler and accomplices. The best material is towards the end, I think.
Lie honestly
A curious thing to find on a Monday morning: a passionate argument which claims that…
By lying to yourself, you are often able to innovate. You trick yourself into believing you are headed into something exotic and wonderful where no one has gone before. You imagine the thrill and seethe in the selfishness of seeing the chest of gold for the first time. You bask in your own glory that you are truly right and everyone else is wrong.
I’ve always tried to be an honest person. Is honesty holding me back from true creativity?