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Simon Volpert | @simon@zombienet.org

Philosophy dropout and self-proclaimed synthesist. Handle with care.

Never attribute to malice, what can be adequately explained by indifference.

Calling out a behavior as virtue signalling is virtue signalling.

I should be playing games right now, but all i want to do is play games instead. Being responsible is really hard!

Privacy is not dead; You sold it.

Some say goodness is a non-renewable resource that was nearly depleted by our ancestors some five thousand years ago. To this, i answer: FU*beep*

"You do understand the difference between comprehension and endorsement, right?..."

I'm not worried about being or not being able to control myself. I'm worried that, at some point, i might no longer want to.

As a general rule, if you're worried you might not be a good person, it means you have no reason to be concerned. Actual not good people have no such doubts.

That crime doesn't pay seems like it would be a very convenient narrative to push for those, who built their lives around profiting in dishonest ways.

"I see that my desperate attempts at humor are completely lost on you."

"Perhaps, it's worth clarifying that i actually do reason like that, and that trying to speak more simply requires considerable effort."

"...In other words, at what righteous-to-wicked ratio will you accept the nuking of Sodom as legitimate?"

Hot water flows from the cold water tap. We are doomed.

The ease, with which Zen is understood, is fully offset by the difficulty, with which Zen is lived.

Explaining the philosophy of Zen in less than one word:

I spend a day thinking about the narratives of our lives — and i come to understand Zen. *shrug*

Working on integrating my recent insights into the nature of the Narrative into my narrative.

Exploring an idea space where, contrary to my usual narrative, my position in society is the best someone like me could possibly hope for.

Contrary to popular belief, bankers don't sell their soul to the Devil for better interest rates. They sell yours.

You only leave once. Well, maybe twice. Three times, tops.

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