Kyle

“Is there a more opulent society imaginable than one that builds spaceships while its population starves?”
― Exurb1a, Geometry for Ocelots

“The reaches of the current system may seem inescapable at the moment. Well so was the divine rite of kings not too long ago.”
― Exurb1a, Geometry for Ocelots

“is honest enough to admit that. I’m sorry if ignorance scares you. I’m sorry if you can’t stand the thought of dying before you’ve found the meta-yes. But that’s how this works, for now. And in the meantime, bookended by birth and death, riding about in bodies of carbon, loving, suffering, striving, for a short, short time, we get to be. If we’re forced to be in a mysterious universe, and that universe is mute on the subject of its own motivations for existing, I’ll still take living in honest ignorance over your metaphysical posturing any day. That’s real bravery. Not concocting blatantly contradictory stories to comfort oneself, not appealing to the vague transcendent every time you get your worldview in a twist. Ignorance. Brave, honest admission of one’s ignorance, and living with that ignorance in a kind, compassionate manner, treating each other well even if we know we eventually all go to dust and never happen again. We must try to be wise, to be good women, to be good men. The rite of adulthood is the admission”
― Exurb1a, Geometry for Ocelots

“Moderation or self-death,”
― Exurb1a, Geometry for Ocelots