Where will E85 and increased fleet fuel mileage requirements meet in the future?
How do we improve the efficiency of the timely effect of crowdsource wisdom on individuals?
If I'm looking back at this antiquated time we're in from 1000 years later, how do I explain what this nearly reinvented language won't be able to?
If you could see how trees "talk"...
How do we get rid of the relativity of timescales?
Of what use am I now if I already know the branched out effects I have made in subtle ways on a future in which I don't exist?
We want to believe we are because we watch each other and ask, "Is that what I'm like or supposed to be?," our imitative behaviour getting the best of us.
How do I justify my existence? How do I explain my place on the path of an endless loop?
I can't, not with these words.
I watched my 10-year old girlfriend die without my support when we were both in fifth grade and I was unable to express my emotions or attempt to visit her in the hospital. I felt completely helpless and a part of me still does.
Thus, I decided not to have children.
I watched and read about the technological achievements that were demonstrated during the battles between the U.S. and the Vietcong. I wondered about the individuals involved in decisionmaking up and down the chain of command, both military and political, within all the parties participating. Thus, I decided that war is a manufactured contrivance by our species and we have many ways to achieve technological advances, including and excluding war.
Thus, I decided to focus my energy on redirecting our aggressive/assertive behaviours toward developments more productive in the longterm.
Genies never seem to fit into the bottles from which we eagerly pulled them. [That is, the military-industrial complex won't disappear so let's work together to create species-level goals worth dying for.]
It's easier for youth to die for a cause than to find a 50-year old with a cause to live for. [That is, the military-industrial complex won't disappear so let's work together to create species-level goals worth living for.]
We're stuck inside our hunter-gatherer bodies with few outlets to actually hunt and gather, penting up frustrations on many levels of behavioural complexity. No matter who we think we are, let's not forget who we really are.
Knowing the future creates a kind of paralysis about the present moment and I don't know why 'cause I know the future is the direct result of what takes place in the only time we really exist, time the illusion we perpetuate to give us the illusion we have a greater influence on life than in just the moment.
Babies and wars are timepieces. So is the squirrel drinking water from the birdbath, its life notched into the trees growing from forgotten nuts.
How do we want to be remembered if we know we're going to be forgotten?
Life on this planet is the only existence I truly know. Despite the infinite possibilities of combinations of states of energy, all probabilities incalculable, it's best for me, as infinitely unique as I am, to forget about me and make sure that impossible future I see us enjoying 1000 years from now is set in motion in this moment and every moment in between.
We can't solve every problem but we can make sure we're still around to try.
People smarter than me have pondered the ways we use one another (i.e., the profit motive), along with the accumulation and redistribution of our labours/investments.
How do I ignore our subcultures without ignoring subcultures in the multipronged approach to keeping individuals and subcultures happy while making sure our species maintains a comfort zone of living within its means in the local/global ecosystem?
Do I have to help the subcultures that haven't the local means to protect, clothe, feed and prepare themselves for better adapting skills in the future? Should our natural predatory practices be punished, no matter how civilised they appear to be?
Should the squirrel be punished for eating a tree's seeds or rewarded for forgetting about the seed that turned into a tree?
Tell me something I don't know.
Some things don't change. I've got to go. Nature calls.
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