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The ideals of youth are but a temporary cloak.
Whatever the cloaks may be, they are temporary.
As we age, we may lose the energy to carry on the multiplicities of a detailed cloak, we need a more comprehensive view.
This is death for the cloak.
It, and we, no longer fit the part.
Now I am old and find many aspects of being young tiring.
So who is the most human, the young me or the old me?
(What the young have going on is often foolish, often trivial, and sometimes dangerous, so there is that.)

There is a real world. It may be argued to be an illusion but it is a core illusion. It is the operating system and all its uninstallable apps.
We can also say it is the behavior of the apps, the cerebral processes and processing that determines the reality of the ultimate reality.

I want to say we cannot understand language, because we cannot enumerate the thousands of rules of using language in all its contexts.
And if we could enumerate those rules, we could not understand them as they would be far too complex, and useless in real time language use.

Things are, and things are not, relative.

Do I want to have a solution to our news driven social problems or do I just surround myself with the right responses?
Is there a solution?

What brought us all here at this coffee shop?
Mostly subroutines.

Once you think seriously about it, our social values and judgments are contradictory and fragmentary, held in place mostly by our senses of contextuality.

If you believe in a flat earth, or the existence of the Sasquatch, you are hardly alone. IS there something you believe that no one else believes?
(Not counting your opinions about yourself.)
Would you even want that?

To get to the truth you must go though stupidities.

The strong theory of philosophy:
philosophy is bullshit!
And of course it is.
But neither is it simply false or fake, since that implies an true or genuine alternative.

Your understanding of the world is an oversimplification,
most likely an educated guess.
It will always be an oversimplification.
So, why do we keeping seeking an understanding of the world?
And why do we think we can understand such an explanation?

Things are endlessly unique.

I wish that every day would be like an extra unexpected day.

Life is like a festival
in a park in the city in which you live,
where so many different things are happening at once.
Life is their harmonious confusion.

Why can't we all get along?
is an important question.
It seems it would be an easy question to answer, doesn't it?
Why is that?

We need an atomic theory of knowledge, culture and humans. a theory in which we can talk about the many epistemic differences between us.
Not that this would be possible.

One can also say that it is the lack of such a fundamental theory that makes some questions philosophical.

Most philosophical knowledge, the laying out the pieces of an exposition | presentation, are apologetics for things of which their authors are barely aware.
"This, this and this, cannot be doubted or moved. We will have to think our ways around them."

Nevertheless
reason is reasonable . . .
ness.

Most people use their life as their persona.

At times our understanding of the world is like the understanding of a simple country song that can be understood through layers of stupefaction.

We like harmonious aggregation of associations,
and we can share the aggregate of association.
They are often called "understandings."

We remain boring to each other, in part to remain in peace in crowds.

Why don't the transgenders have their own gender or two, distinguished by different dress, speech etc.?
Why two genders anyway? Biology of course, but certainly more.

We must look at humans in a new way. It may not be a pleasant way. In particular we must not let our slight lightly constructed virtual people get in the way.
Our pictures (metaphor) of people are created and fed by our ignorance to cover up our ignorance. (We cannot picture ourselves being ignorant.)

Thinking about humans in a new way can help with racism, albeit in a minor academic way. Instead of identifying with ones race or culture, one is a actually a being, a brain in a vat — but there is a vat, or better, a brain in a stew.

Racism is not multiculturalism. We can dislike (and that is not quite the word) different people of our own culture.

The societal attack on racism can hinder us in speaking about and thinking about and understanding racism.
It stops thought, as of course it is intended to do.
But thinking about racism as a not so simple problem with no simple solutions is not racism.
It just goes against our pressure to conform.

Humans like group hate.
"Let's get together and kill somebody. (There, now we are all in this together."

It is time to begin to put to rest the fiction that there is an invisible loving od who takes care of us as we move through our lives, an invisible friend.
The belief may be comforting, but comfort is not a good criterion for truth.

Another pleasure of old age is that I do not worry about what will happen in 2100. I will let others handle those.
a. I will be long gone.
b. No one listens to me.
c. I am clueless.

The unconscious in not like a person who makes decision but whom we cannot hear. On the paradigm of the multi-tasking mind, there are countless "processes" working simultaneously, and the ontological status of such processes are vague at best.
We do not not know how to think of mental processes in isolation (except by the metaphor of a mini-me) nor can we easily moderate their aggregate influences.

There are mysteries of our self,
and mysteries of our society,
due to their their happenings-at-once-ness.

When we speak, and think, about our culture as that which affects us form the manimals outside us, our "culture" includes all our so-called cultures.

People are a funny sorts of generally unattractive simple beings. This is hidden from us by our various kinds of virtual people, who are charismatic, funny and involved in a story of interest.
But people are not stories.

The truth shall make you ignorant.

People have no time because everyone is too busy wasting time.

on overpopulation

Overpopulation would not be a problem for us if the Earth was not a rare, limited and ultimately fragile habitable resource — and round.
If the habitable Earth were unlimited, an expanding population would be a boon of sorts, enabling diversity, economic grows and the possibility of human happiness for all.

[ from REGARDING OVERPOPULATION ]