leveling off at around 11 billion people by 2100 — karl stone
It would probably be less environmentally damaging just to spray a whole can of hairspray on my head everyday — karl stone
I also decided to start this discussion because all discussions I speak in resort to Objectivism and Ayn Rand, so we'll just have those discussions here so we don't derail any other discussions. — AppLeo
There is no society or common good. There are only individuals. — AppLeo
Maybe. If we didn’t, then who cares, let’s just start working on countering the problems with climate change. If we did create climate change with fossil fuel usage, does that mean we should stop using fossil fuels? Well no, because our economy and livelihood depends on fossil fuels. So it wouldn’t make any sense to stop using fossil fuels. Abandoning fossil fuels for other energy alternatives isn’t cost effective or productive.
Can we prevent climate change?
No, I don’t think we can, so whatever is going to happen is going to happen. Let’s not worry about it and prepare for it.j — AppLeo
Not something I am familiar with. — Banno
Not quite; better, the story of Pegasus exists, as does its associated history... it's just use. — Banno
The point here is that being real and existing are not the very same. — Banno
Once upon a sunny morning a man who sat in a breakfast nook looked up from his scrambled eggs to see a white unicorn with a golden horn quietly cropping the roses in the garden. The man went up to the bedroom where his wife was still asleep and woke her. "There's a unicorn in the garden," he said. "Eating roses." She opened one unfriendly eye and looked at him.
"The unicorn is a mythical beast," she said, and turned her back on him. The man walked slowly downstairs and out into the garden. The unicorn was still there; now he was browsing among the tulips. "Here, unicorn," said the man, and he pulled up a lily and gave it to him. The unicorn ate it gravely. With a high heart, because there was a unicorn in his garden, the man went upstairs and roused his wife again. "The unicorn," he said,"ate a lily." His wife sat up in bed and looked at him coldly. "You are a booby," she said, "and I am going to have you put in the booby-hatch."
The man, who had never liked the words "booby" and "booby-hatch," and who liked them even less on a shining morning when there was a unicorn in the garden, thought for a moment. "We'll see about that," he said. He walked over to the door. "He has a golden horn in the middle of his forehead," he told her. Then he went back to the garden to watch the unicorn; but the unicorn had gone away. The man sat down among the roses and went to sleep.
As soon as the husband had gone out of the house, the wife got up and dressed as fast as she could. She was very excited and there was a gloat in her eye. She telephoned the police and she telephoned a psychiatrist; she told them to hurry to her house and bring a strait-jacket. When the police and the psychiatrist arrived they sat down in chairs and looked at her, with great interest.
"My husband," she said, "saw a unicorn this morning." The police looked at the psychiatrist and the psychiatrist looked at the police. "He told me it ate a lilly," she said. The psychiatrist looked at the police and the police looked at the psychiatrist. "He told me it had a golden horn in the middle of its forehead," she said. At a solemn signal from the psychiatrist, the police leaped from their chairs and seized the wife. They had a hard time subduing her, for she put up a terrific struggle, but they finally subdued her. Just as they got her into the strait-jacket, the husband came back into the house.
"Did you tell your wife you saw a unicorn?" asked the police. "Of course not," said the husband. "The unicorn is a mythical beast." "That's all I wanted to know," said the psychiatrist. "Take her away. I'm sorry, sir, but your wife is as crazy as a jaybird."
So they took her away, cursing and screaming, and shut her up in an institution. The husband lived happily ever after.
Moral: Don't count your boobies until they are hatched. — James Thurber
That's a picture, what it represents doesn't exist. — MindForged

I can't find much wrong with your ideas, but I am not quite sold either. — ZhouBoTong
I don't see giving charity as an exercise in me displaying grace, surely you don't either. — schopenhauer1
So, what exactly do we do with this whole structure, work, charity and all? — schopenhauer1
I would think it fair to terminate me based on the implication that I might not work well with other races. — ZhouBoTong
Magic mushrooms. Seriously. They’re doing research on it for depression (at Harvard I think) and it seems to work wonders. — Noah Te Stroete
What am I saving and why? — schopenhauer1
But that’s the attitude change. If it’s a choice, what does it mean to choose society’s need for production? At the end of the day that’s what I’m choosing. — schopenhauer1
There is no rebellion outside of the abstract notions which are just talk around the behemoth material social reality that is to be accepted with joy. — schopenhauer1
What does one do when one is born but doesn't want to do what is required of being alive? — schopenhauer1
It's cool and trendy to hate Ayn Rand. And I don't know why. Because what she says is amazing. — AppLeo
Ayn Rand is dead. So, incidentally, is the philosophy she sought to launch dead; it was, in fact, stillborn. The great public crisis in Ayn Rand’s career came, in my judgment, when Whittaker Chambers took her on—in December of 1957, when her book Atlas Shrugged was dominating the best-seller list, lecturers were beginning to teach something called Randism, and students started using such terms as “mysticism of the mind” (religion), and “mysticism of the muscle” (statism). Whittaker Chambers, whose authority with American conservatives was as high as that of any man then living, wrote in National Review, after a lengthy analysis of the essential aridity of Miss Rand’s philosophy, “Out of a lifetime of reading, I can recall no other book in which a tone of overriding arrogance was so implacably sustained. Its shrillness is without reprieve. Its dogmatism is without appeal.”
Is there anything that Tom, Dick, or Harry could have done 10 years ago that would matter? — ZhouBoTong
Okay, so eating a human infant is fine then? — NKBJ
I mean yeah, but that observation is trivial and doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things. Humans need to reason and cannot rely on instinct to live. — AppLeo
Animals can only know reality through observation. They navigate through life with their instinct.
Humans navigate with reason. — AppLeo
among libertarians — AppLeo
What gives you the right to distribute money. — AppLeo
Do you know what capitalism is? — AppLeo
Which means capitalism is the only system that values the individual — AppLeo
You know what's greedy? People who want to take money from the rich even though the rich created their wealth through sheer productive ability and built major businesses that increased the quality of life for everybody. — AppLeo
It's a pity philosophers don't take her more seriously. — Wallows
The literature seems consistent that mothers nearly always grieve termination of their pregnancy. — tim wood
many bloody revolutions have been ignited by the melancholic. — TheMadFool
The current psychiatric method of treating depression seems to be just an ad-interim measure - staving off the serious consequences of depression - — TheMadFool
without any attempt to correct the larger causative social ills. — TheMadFool
