The average diet (excluding the consumed residues of glyphosate) is probably far worse via the "gut flora" influence than a healthier diet with average glyphosate residues, though this is just a guess.

Coca-cola sells a product which causes immense harm directly (diabetes) and indirectly (raising cost healthcare insurance), though this is probably disputed. Gut flora might actually have a big role to play in our inability to act against what harms us, even though we may intellectually understand what harms us.

What is good for the gut is good for the body. What is bad for the gut is bad for the body. But what is good for the gut?

What is good for the mind is good for the body. What is bad for the mind is bad for the body.
But what is good for the mind?

Somewhere and everywhere we end up making trade-offs. What is good for the mind is bad for the body. Oh well... But if it is bad for the body, is it not also bad for the mind?

What are you trying to do on this site?

Learning to be self-reliant / self-sufficient and only entering formal markets when it is one's only choice (you can't fly your own aircraft, so you hire an airline to fly you somewhere; you can't mine your own minerals, so you buy them from a mine operator, etc.) is what would be revolutionary. — WISDOMfromPO-MO

I sense a contradiction in this paragraph. How would someone determine when entering a formal market is their only choice? Wouldn't such a decrease in the demand to travel outside of one's own geographic locality make air travel too expensive for the average joe. Air travel wouldn't be there as choice. Whatever the old market was it wouldn't be there anymore and the new kind of market would be the formal market(?)

Through the dawning age
We go walking together
Toward the yawning grave
Braving dangers, we make our way
We'll leave our bones in the dust
An untold legend is lighting up

What if I was the last sight you ever saw?
Would you die with a smile on your face?

Well, don't even try to say you will
'Cause you'd hardly recognize the sight
Young are getting old and the summer is cold
And all the birds've been singing at night

When we're dead and gone
Will the mountains remember?
Or just carry on
Moving slow as the forest grows?
And turn our bones into dust
An untold legend is lighting up

When will I reach that light that I'm running to?
When I die will it turn out forever?
There's a fire burning inside of me
When I die will light burn out forever?

Well, don't even lie, I know it will, babe
'Cause the darkness doesn't need the light
All the young are getting old and the summer is cold
All the birds've been singing at night

Well, don't even try to save me, friend
'Cause I know it ain't worth the fight
All the young are getting old and the summer is cold
All the birds've been singing at night

If you just copy the joke you can change it yourself.



He doesn't own the version of his joke unless his joke is his bread and butter. As an aside, he can live without butter. It is better to live without butter. You can't believe it's not better.

Edit: It is better to leave our history unrevised. But you can't believe it's not better because there was only margarine in George Orwell's 1984. Big Brother's marketing campaign: "Margarine is Butter"

Long ago I danced for a King named Clark,
Who frowned and began to bark.
He sold me away,
To a tyrant they say,
Who cut out my tongue as a lark.

"It's not the consumers' job to know what they want", said Steve Jobs.

This reminds me of that script that cashiers ask but hope you don't have a problematic answer to:

"Did you find everything you need?"

This always becomes a philosophic question in my mind, that buckles at its restricted consumer context, but I'm bound to a conventional "yes" or "no."

A a version of the Steve Jobs meme : "It's not the consumers' job to know what they need."

I know what I want not what I need. Nothing really needs anything unless it is inseparable from want. I don't need to be alive but I want to be alive.

"The world would be happier if men had the same capacity to be silent that they have to write terrible jokes. "

"Pride is pleasure arising from a man's thinking too highly of his own terrible jokes."

"Sin cannot be conceived in a natural state, but only in a civil state, where it is decreed by common consent what is good or bad humor.


Almost Baruch Spinoza (tweaked parts in italics), famous Jewish joke critic and stone polisher.

One of the definitions of humor:


"comply with the wishes of (someone) in order to keep them content, however unreasonable such wishes might be."

Philosophical Humor (collected by David Chalmers)

Just ignore me.

The demon Cantor and a polytheistic shaman, Quag, are having dinner. Cantor asks "Can every number count towards infinity?" The shaman says "No, but if they all set themselves up in a row, they could collaboratively count in any direction."

Slavery is wrong. Is this statement true of false?

Who do you need to convince otherwise and once they are convinced, will they demonstrate it by their actions?

That there are no problems in the world, that nothing is broken, that you don't need to go anywhere or do anything, not even eat food, is a kind of horribly freeing or depressing untruthy truth.

Must the truth bear any relation whatsoever to what is good, and if so, why? Is what is good for you good for me in a poker game?

Dennett'sho (Dawken'sho)

You say potato, I say potato.

What do you call an ensho that copies itself by a praxis?

Do you mean that I've ruined the thread because my jokes are actually funny? — T Clark

Hey! Calm down, I'm joking.

Your jokes were great. I only wish mine were as good as yours.

I think we should blame T Clark for ruining this thread.

Just remember I didn't do anything wrong. I'm totally innocent. You all participated against the wills of the better angles of your nature. T Clark should be banned not me.

I hope you're thinking what I am thinking.

Knock knock! — praxis

Who's there?

If someone knocks on a door and nobody's home can the knocker hear himself knocking?

I challenge you to demonstrate the claim that my jokes don't make sense. I accept they aren't funny or don't make you laugh or are not jokes but not that they do not make sense.

If something doesn't make sense then how can we sense it?

A man walking next to the Bedlam and Son's Open Source Asylum for Cognitive Surfeit hears another man shout down to him from a top a wall.

"Hey! Are there many of you in there?"

The man shouts back:

"No! I am one of a kind."

Don't ruin my illusion. I was imagining they are deeply meaningful comments on the absurdity of existence. — T Clark

You are continually trapped in a repurposing of my references Sir. I meant venereal diseases by "they" and "they" are not illusions, unless your ontological schema treats of phenomenal reality as an illusion.

A strange proposition to be sure: venereal diseases are actually meaningful comments on the absurdity of existence.

So far, your jokes have left me scratching my head. — T Clark

Post hoc ergo propter hoc. Itching of the head is a common symptom of a venereal disease. Is there any swelling or discharge? One too many times with Sophia, eh?

They are pretty bad, I agree.

Wine and blood (redness), part of the Dionysian inventory, convey the violence of necessary facts of life, consuming what releases you momentarily from want, the spirit we can't stop.

My current mythic play image is the blue tetrahedron which eats people in order to get work done, just like the hateful pressure washer that my boss makes me use. It eats up my patience. It is blood hungry, wants me to caress it for its evil (non) purposes. Men are bottles of wine to it. I feed it grapes as a means to someone elses end. Smash it to pieces I say.

Also, why gender non-gendered objects anyways? That seems like an odd way to relate to the world. I don't even get why non-scientific societies would think in those terms. Language does not have to have gendered words, but some do, and it became the convention. So odd. — Schopenhauer1

It's not odd at all. It's as odd as metaphor or analogy which becomes standardized (all too familiar).

What is hot (trending) right now?

Damn, you folks are embarrassingly brilliant (intelligent) and light on your feet (gracefully quick).

The Mother is the ground from which men emerge.

My father is my mother.

Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar and a banana is just a banana.

A duck's vagina is a twisted labyrinth of dead ends.

Are all labyrinths then secretly contextualized by a duck's vagina? Who told me that a duck's vagina is like a labyrinth? Who told me what a labyrinth is like?

Who or what is impregnating me with meanings?

No thing is like anything else, except where we cherry pick our likenesses, for some aim. Language is full of historical accidents and arbitrary uses probably.

We do what works. But does it work for you?

Does the basket hold your berries?

Does an Iphone hold, store or contain your pictures?

Werner Heisenberg was speeding in Death Valley when a car pulls up to match his velocity and rolls down a window. The driver yells "Excuse me sir, I seem to be moving. Also, do you know where I am going to stop?" Heisenberg says "How the hell can I predict where you are going to stop, asshole, what kind of question is that."

Botlzmann's Dog probably killed Schrodinger's Cat but no one could be absolutely sure even after they opened the box which Billy had mischievously stuffed them into.

The most intimate nouns are gendered. Man has a penis. Woman has a vagina. These things become analogical/metaphorical scheme by which we try to apprehend the world.

Folks still gender objects in terms of stereotyped or personal associations.

If we are sorting guns and flowers into gendered categories, where do we put them?

Raw categorizing in terms of belonging to male or female is expected.

Objectness is a set of syntactical accidents that precede essence. Essence (re)adapts syntactical precedence toward a simulated objectness. Functionalities are collapsed into the signifiers as comfortably known and knowable essences of an ontological terroir.

There is no subjectness where subjectivity appears. Subjectness is trapped in the eternal recursion of its own appearances as temporal escapes of relief and delight.

Whereof one cannot understand, one should shut up and serve coffee to those who can understand.

Whereof one can understand, one doesn't deserve to to have any coffee. Though you cannot derive ought(s) from is(s) concerning who should get any coffee.

Someone asks Wittgenstein about the aim of his philosophy.

He laughs and says : 'To show the fly the way out of its fly bottle.'

Someone asks Spider about the aim of his philosophy.

He eyes a fly and gesticulates : 'To weave webs.'

Someone asks Bottle about the aim of its philosophy.

It buzzes with the sound of a fly: "Buzzzz buzzz"

"Philosophy is dead. "

A joke by Stephen Hawking.

Obviously, "what is dead may never die."

'Consciousness is an illusion.'

A joke (with props) by Daniel Dennett.

We're here to negligibly increase the rate of entropy.
This is not a joke.

Whenever someone brings up the idea of questioning whether existence itself should be continued for future people, a common response is that it is a juvenile topic. — schopenhauer1

Juvenile in the sense of a tyrant who holds to the power to destroy folks in genocidal acts of war or commit political blunders with grave consequences?

The first sentence in your OP evoked other tough adult problems: tragedy of the commons (ex.climate change and antibiotic resistance) and abortion. These problems tend to make adults resemble juveniles (ie. selfish) from an ideal point of view and solution..

You're permitted to dismiss anything at any time. You can't be forced to do anything you don't want to.

Boys tend to be more naturally game oriented and build a hierarchy from coordinating in a larger group than girls.

Ribbing (endless teasing, after puberty) is there to continually mediate and check status of others.

Testosterone contextually mediates for status in a group setting, an amplifier of context specific behavior (like ribbing). It can make males who are prone aggression more aggressive but it can also attenuate aggression as a means of maintaining or attaining individual status in a group hierarchy.

Imagine a philosophy forum stripped of its testicles. I can't.

What is the ratio of male responses to female ones in this forum? Secret curious statistic...

I'm spent and resigned but my body still breathes for me.

I'm inspired by the anxious promise and fears (the apprehension) of degradation, poverty, illness, alienation and just hell generally. (I guess this isn't precisely inspiring since it requires a 'pure state devoid of resentment or jealousy.')

Mythopoetic drama, narratives and the visual arts are inspiring!

Cosmic horror or zen tranquility as the decorative overlay. (Sur)real des(s)erts, for(rests) and v(o)ids. Bosch's final panel in triptych, The Garden of Earthly Delights .

A bad metaphor is Lamarchand's puzzle box or the Crimson Behelit or a personal transport vehicle. Everyone is wearing a Behelit, or manipulating a black box, or an artifact (vehicle) that consumes or channels a spirit (energy) toward a distant heat death (expiration). Stuff comes out of the box (like heat, and karmic output/input, and more object(ive) ordering means at trade off by a missing cost-benefit analysis) and folks deal with it as they do. It is what it is.

HP Lovecraft has nothing on Daniel Dennett's Neo Darwininan steam punk cyber memetic automata world building from undead twirly macro molecules story. Oh the memetic horror! of substrate neutral evolution by (mindless) natural selection.

One could discuss the probability of self-replicators in Conway's Game of Life with more certainty (or not...).

How many random starting configurations does it take to get this self-replicating machine (or a Universal Constructor)? Or is this something that necessarily requires an intelligent designer?

Sure, but you realise that this doesn't solve much of the problem. — Agustino

I'm not sure what the problem is exactly. Maybe someone could state it in a single sentence for us cognitive plebeians. Intelligent design just gives us an infinite regress.

The chaos and order scheme hasn't been addressed or worked out at all. No one knows what this means.

Folks are talking about improbability of life but what are these claims or speculations really grounded in (Fermi Paradox?).

https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/a-new-physics-theory-of-life/

Apokrisis has been going around saying our impulse to order here is to dissipate heat, to increase entropy. At the molecular level, under certain stable conditions (an energy source, heat bath) matter orders itself to dissipate more energy and this puts the upward trend of evolution of matter into motion.

How much heat are you dissipating?

It brings new meaning to the saying: If you can't handle the heat, get out of the kitchen.

Don't scatter pearls before swine.

Adorn your pigs with pearls and lipstick and take them to the fair.

Trade your pigs for pearls.

Throw a Luau.

Bugger the neighbors pigs while wearing your pearls.

Hunt feral boar in the hills.

Pull the trigger bro. Punch a Draconic Metaphor much? It ain't like punching Nazis. Bruce Lee has nothing on me.

I'm the great metaphorical Dragon that has eaten your father and is hoarding the Golden Girls.

If you would die for Sophia, come and defeat me. I also accept gifts, wagers, exchanges, and pawns if the conditions are to my taste. If you need a pay day loan I can do that also.

For only $29.90, my Self-Authoring Program will help you to plan for a better life. Statistics show how effective it is. If you don't know where you are, how will you be able to plan where you want to go?

Come at me bro. You know you want my gold and girls and truth and power and fusion core. Everything has its price.