There was a Bayesian girl who asked me to sleep with her. She gave a 78% chance I'd say yes. Little did she know, there was a 100% chance I'd say no because I don't sleep with Bayesians (THE ENEMY)

In part, I think this is an unwillingness to understand gameplay as aesthetic. In awards, there is best 'narrative' game which is oft taken to be best arsty game. Gameplay in, say, dark souls produces its own unique aesthetic experience. Clunky controls in silent hill 2 produce unique horror etc

Don't know how I am gonna explain to God, whom I believe in, that I'm a physicalist fr fr

A friend is just an enemy we haven't made yet. In truth, enemies are the only people you can trust.

The more I think about the trinity, the more I think it's necessary for God to make sense.

God simultanously being Lover (Father), Beloved (Son) and Love (Holy Spirit), it means 'otherness' is something that is contained within God

How else could the 'other' exist, assuming theism?

I used to be very committed to the notion of assisted suicide and then every single horror sceanario I denied as being possible occured with MAID in Canada. I notice a lot of people have changed their views on the subject on the basis of this.

Everyone's a liberal and everyone hates it.

Science, like everything people both hate and love, is liberal and this is infuriating to everyone. Personified, science is a LibDem. Science listens to radio 4. Science does magic tricks at parties and everyone thinks they're super lame.

Gatsby doesn't seem all that great to me

Tbh, I'm pretty sure philosophers should just write less, whether sexy poet or bureaucrat. I've never read a paper that was too short. They turn a word into a sentence, a sentence into a paragraph and a paragraph into an irrelevance.

I think that the history of art is the history of patronage. Now, there are only really commercial patrons and government. Government justifies their funding through social utility, meaning art produced has some noxious flavour of the 'social good' at the heart of it. Commercial patrons? Vulgar.

Shame is the barrier behind which erotic and romantic energy. accumulates, to the point where it could overflow as desire. A restrained obsession, then, is perhaps the most romantic way engaged with one's beloved.

Yeah well, Ozymandias and Spring breakers rhymed me a lesson about grand success and ephemeral things. Better to be a dog than a chess-master imo.

My grandmother, before she died, would recite poetry.

If the man who turnips cries,
Cry not when his father dies,
'Tis a proof that he had rather
Have a turnip than his father.

Always, she would return to this. No one knew why. Until one day she admitted "because you don't know what it means"

Despite everything, the body can't lie. RFK may offer nothing but insane words, but why does that matter? Calories are far harder to burn than words.