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Sam Harris says his “friend” Joe Rogan has had a “f*cking awful” influence on society. “It’s unignorable at this point.” Harris says he’s reached out to Rogan privately about his “truly terrible” effect on culture, but Joe hasn’t responded. “I’ve tried to reach out to him privately, and he hasn’t responded. But I felt the need to say things about him publicly that I’m very uncomfortable saying about a friend.”


The strange thing in this is that, apart from being the better writer, Joyce was also objectively better educated than Woolf




This was the most profound experience of my life. I am stunned beyond comprehension. This molecule is without peer. The 27mg dose opened up what felt like pure consciousness and intelligence. A majestic reveal of existence itself. In all its incomprehensible glory and majesty. It is impossible to explain with words. Whatever you imagine, multiply it by 1,000 and then add infinite width and depth and dimensions. But entrance was not granted without prerequisite. Existence demanded that I submit. That I say yes; without attachment and without condition. Yes to existence; yes to the dissolution of self; yes to release control; yes, to all. My ego registered the ask and panicked. It wanted control. It was desperate for control. It pleaded to escape from the torrent of light and essence that threatened to rip my sanity into chards. The urge to eject was overwhelming. Terror thundered throughout my mind and body. It took everything within me to release. I overcame and was treated with bliss that defies imagination. A euphoria colored with perfect harmony of all things. An orchestra of essence washed over me and swept me up in dance. It was home. The highest aspiration of intelligent life. For some reason, stored and tucked away as the ultimate prize. A single concept emerged in omnipresence: we cannot grok the preciousness of our existence. Yet it is everything we’ve ever wanted and more. The state we long for without knowing it exists. This caused me great pain and heartache. A swell of loyalty and devotion emerged inside me, pledging allegiance to existence. To become a warrior and caretaker of life on earth. To protect at any cost the candle of consciousness that has miraculously emerged in this part of the galaxy. What awaits will wipe all your tears, soothe all your sorrows, and infinitely exceed your wants.

Has anyone ever come out of these “profound” psychedelic trips with a verifiable scientific insight or breakthrough in physics or psychology or something? Can you fix Africa now? Why do these trip reports just read like Eckhart Tolle Burning man Deepak Chopramaxxed guruslop

Name an athlete you wish won a championship. I’ll start: Allen Iverson.



I hated every page of The Road. I don't like cheapness. And cannibalism is as cheap as it can get. Or, to put it differently, the more extreme is a leitmotif the more it needs to be justified. You don't just throw away appalling scenes to target the reader's revulsion; it could work on a 15-year old who hasn't developed good taste, to me it looked like a classical piece including random bouts of belching. Moreover, the author was trying hard to make the scene as bleak as possible. It wasn't natural, it didn't naturally emerge out of the text but it was artificially imposed on the reader. Forcing the reader to be uneasy is another cheap trick: it satisfies the vanity of self-proclaimed "elite readers", who would snob a simple story not taking place in a suburb of hell. And then, the story didn't make any sense. Any sense. For example, they find the bunker. It is so well hidden that nobody has found it for some years. It has provisions lasting for months, even years. And they stay there for 2 days. By far the safest option is to stay there, improve the security, teach the boy how to defend himself and possibly avoid dying by exhaustion. Or, they enter a city, in which the author says there are many like them. But they don't make any attempt to fraternize with them. This would be risky, but much less risky than leaving a child alone in the middle of cannibals with much less chance to find someone to take care of him. All in all, a complete bullshit. If this is the best that literature can offer these days, then you will allow me to stick to the previous centuries, when authors could still write.



I read the first hundred pages of The Road last year, and read the first hundred pages of Blood Meridian this year, and in both instances, gave up, because the books never clicked. Lyrical writing, but the characters are reduced to way down Maslow's hierarchy, and the tone is so relentlessly bleak, with almost no humanity breaking through, it was difficult to feel anything besides the flint clicking against the cold steel in the overwhelming darkness. I know many of you love it, but to me, it's overwrought, overstylized, and overhyped.




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