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still, feeling empathetic
You said you hated the word empathy, that the term was "made up" and "doing a lot of damage".
I disagree deeply with the ideas you were spreading, but thanks to empathy, I could see the traumas, fears and beliefs underneath your egoic discourse and that means I never saw you as an enemy, nor dehumanized you.
In reality, lack of empathy (in you and the fellow that shot you) is what ended up killing you.
That's how important empathy is: it saves lives - and it would have saved yours.
I wish I had a better opportunity to prove you wrong.
Wishing you a smooth journey back to the source - fellow human being.
I disagree deeply with the ideas you were spreading, but thanks to empathy, I could see the traumas, fears and beliefs underneath your egoic discourse and that means I never saw you as an enemy, nor dehumanized you.
In reality, lack of empathy (in you and the fellow that shot you) is what ended up killing you.
That's how important empathy is: it saves lives - and it would have saved yours.
I wish I had a better opportunity to prove you wrong.
Wishing you a smooth journey back to the source - fellow human being.
More Emails to the World
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Impatience and progress
Jobs was impatient with anything less than perfection but at the same time spent years perfecting a single product. I've never understood this until now.
His impatience was never about outcomes, it was about inputs.
This explains why he couldn't tolerate mediocrity for a second, but he could wait years for excellence.
When you're impatient with outcomes, every day feels expensive. When you're impatient with inputs, every day feels like progress.
His impatience was never about outcomes, it was about inputs.
This explains why he couldn't tolerate mediocrity for a second, but he could wait years for excellence.
When you're impatient with outcomes, every day feels expensive. When you're impatient with inputs, every day feels like progress.
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ChatGPT aims to please
ChatGPT just giving away the password set up so son wouldn’t use it to cheat on his homework
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What can we learn from Iceland?
In 2009, they shut down their last McDonald's
— and that final meal was placed on display.
More than a decade later, it looks almost exactly the same.
— and that final meal was placed on display.
More than a decade later, it looks almost exactly the same.
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They are we
Each of these four elements plays out during the social discourse following a mass shooting, school shooting, and even a political assassination. The perpetrator is labeled a 'monster' to fit into a cultural story we have told for hundreds of years:
1. The monster comes from some distant place that is separate from civil or mainstream society (like the trench coat mafia, goth kids, mentally ill, loners, outcasts, and transgender).
2. The monster destroys the things a culture covets.
3. The monster must die for cultural stability to return.
4. The monster’s death cannot be my fault.
We have hundreds of years of English literature about monsters and 187 different film versions of Mary Shelley's 1818 novel Frankenstein. Like the original text of Frankenstein, the classic monster story is about a crisis where a monster appears and then needs to be vanquished from society. But these stories are not about fixing the root causes of what created the monster in the first place. They serve as a cartoonification of complex cultural and social issues by creating a binary, moral tale with a simple solution...the monster must die and it can’t be my fault.
But the monster story in literature is not reality because in real life, the monsters look just like us and even live right next door.
1. The monster comes from some distant place that is separate from civil or mainstream society (like the trench coat mafia, goth kids, mentally ill, loners, outcasts, and transgender).
2. The monster destroys the things a culture covets.
3. The monster must die for cultural stability to return.
4. The monster’s death cannot be my fault.
We have hundreds of years of English literature about monsters and 187 different film versions of Mary Shelley's 1818 novel Frankenstein. Like the original text of Frankenstein, the classic monster story is about a crisis where a monster appears and then needs to be vanquished from society. But these stories are not about fixing the root causes of what created the monster in the first place. They serve as a cartoonification of complex cultural and social issues by creating a binary, moral tale with a simple solution...the monster must die and it can’t be my fault.
But the monster story in literature is not reality because in real life, the monsters look just like us and even live right next door.
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The Scythe
Death came to a blacksmith with his scythe and asked him to sharpen it. The terrified blacksmith started the task hoping death wasn’t there for him.
As he worked on the scythe, the blacksmith looked at it and said:
“I can’t believe I’m holding a weapon that has killed so many.”
Death leaned in towards the blacksmith and said:
“I didn’t kill anyone. Not a single person. It’s you who kill each other and blame me. I was once a handsome man when I was first entrusted with the duty of escorting people to their final destinations. But that was before I met people’s souls.”
“And now?”, the blacksmith asked.
“Now I wear black clothes to hide the blood on me. I wear a hood to conceal the tears I have cried because I cannot stop the horror of human hatred.”
Death then took the scythe and began to walk away.
“Wait! I have one last question!”
Death turned around.
“Why do you carry a scythe at all?”
Death smiled and said:
“The road to heaven has long been overgrown with grass. After all, I rarely get to use that path.”
As he worked on the scythe, the blacksmith looked at it and said:
“I can’t believe I’m holding a weapon that has killed so many.”
Death leaned in towards the blacksmith and said:
“I didn’t kill anyone. Not a single person. It’s you who kill each other and blame me. I was once a handsome man when I was first entrusted with the duty of escorting people to their final destinations. But that was before I met people’s souls.”
“And now?”, the blacksmith asked.
“Now I wear black clothes to hide the blood on me. I wear a hood to conceal the tears I have cried because I cannot stop the horror of human hatred.”
Death then took the scythe and began to walk away.
“Wait! I have one last question!”
Death turned around.
“Why do you carry a scythe at all?”
Death smiled and said:
“The road to heaven has long been overgrown with grass. After all, I rarely get to use that path.”
express, not stress