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Homo Deus: A History of Tomorrow
by Yuval Noah Harari
For millions of years we were enhanced chimpanzees. In the future, we may become oversized ants.
I'll carry those functional myths for my wellbeing. Nietzsche said such was our state. Harari confirmed it with scientific weight but perhaps not emphasis. I’m not sure scientific emphasis is possible. Such sounds persuasive in our epidemiological crisis. I initially meant epistemological but that works as well.
I will be grateful for the value of symbol in affording myself meaning. The transition from cognitive explosion to agricultural revolution to Industrial Revolution has afforded ongoing and growing power but at cost of purpose. Disenchantment does that. Yet Yahweh lingers whether from inertia, spite or a late match rally. Now not only is the soul a ridiculous notion but there’s an apparent absence of agency.
I'm very comfortable with my dearth of self, devoid of a soul and closer to the other creatures of the planet than I am to wizened deities beyond time.
This is a hymn to the processing of data, the ability to coordinate and the cost of such construction. This was written in 2016 and matters now appear much bleak.
I didn't read or carry this book around for any political reason. I bought it last week at a sale and plunged into it. The author was topical and thus my decision wasn't as free and capricious as I might imply.
I'll carry those functional myths for my wellbeing. Nietzsche said such was our state. Harari confirmed it with scientific weight but perhaps not emphasis. I’m not sure scientific emphasis is possible. Such sounds persuasive in our epidemiological crisis. I initially meant epistemological but that works as well.
I will be grateful for the value of symbol in affording myself meaning. The transition from cognitive explosion to agricultural revolution to Industrial Revolution has afforded ongoing and growing power but at cost of purpose. Disenchantment does that. Yet Yahweh lingers whether from inertia, spite or a late match rally. Now not only is the soul a ridiculous notion but there’s an apparent absence of agency.
I'm very comfortable with my dearth of self, devoid of a soul and closer to the other creatures of the planet than I am to wizened deities beyond time.
This is a hymn to the processing of data, the ability to coordinate and the cost of such construction. This was written in 2016 and matters now appear much bleak.
I didn't read or carry this book around for any political reason. I bought it last week at a sale and plunged into it. The author was topical and thus my decision wasn't as free and capricious as I might imply.