There’s something very sad about witnessing a mind that has the compulsive need to deconstruct every experience it has, as if it’ll finally reveal the interior and normalcy it so desperately craves. As if through the application of sheer logic and reason it can ferret out its innermost desires and it can finally spend the rest of existence in a state of meditative bliss and complete equanimity with the world. Spoiler alert etc etc

It’s a small computer attached to other small computers, the sum total of humanities inventions since the dawn of time. It is the most salient example of the scientific exercise we as a civilization embarked on. A small compact representation of centuries of scientific progress. “Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.” It’s wizardry. It’s something you’d have been crucified for in the 1600s. It has all the information ever written in the world.

Far too often, people like to get hung up on the minutiae and the edge cases of moral conundrums. Stuff that is obviously important but doesn’t apply to morality in the real world in 99.9% of the cases. To be fair, the remaining 0.1% of the cases do come up fairly often when it comes to an equitable distribution of scarce resources which policy makers grapple with fairly often. But for the rest of us, acting nice, to whatever we personally define nice to be will get us through most of life’s decisions.