"the stress was worth it" seems like a very easy move to make for me - how hard is CBT for people with active memory recall & imagination? :D how much does stress linger for people? How many hugs from loved ones do you need until you can conclude you learned something that makes it worth it?

Especially confused wrt my intuitive tendency to lean into stress and let good faith produce insights, "bc everyone will realize we're unreasonably attached to our egos/ephemeral things" or "our search for meaning will only be stopped by realizing that we can literally *just create meaning*"

Also wondering why twitter was copied so blatantly - the structure of quote tweets still doesn't make sense - could we get an improved quoting function?

Anyone? Would love to exchange with people managers who are severely aphantasic. It's got massive upsides but it also makes me quite a bad manager for the majority of my team. While I'm getting better at empathizing, I would benefit from other aphants' models of non-aphants' emotional landscape.

Aphantasia: in my head is abstract, conceptual knowledge that I can access only through externalization - by talking or writing. It's almost perfect sensory deprivation - no imagery, smell, sound, texture, or flavors. I know there are subroutines working but my experience is just an abstract vibe.

Missing threads - is this on the roadmap?

I'd be fine dying as long as I know I'll be replaced by just as much, or even richer experiencers. Of course, I'd love to be around for richer experience and higher overall experience but it seems a bit silly to be so attached to *my experience*. It's awesome. But others' is too.

Under some assumptions around what the dimension of consciousness is, this might be perfectly ethical. If you die without realizing and there is no value in *you in particular* continuing to exist, that's fine. Of course, I'd be bummed to stop existing but I also know "I" is an illusion.

I love being ethical but man, I also really don't want a future in which we have forgotten some of the highest earthly pleasures, everything is merely "good" and perfectly ethical. I'd much rather work with animals to give them pleasurable lives and occasionally decide that their time has come.

Sitting at a vegan coffeeshop in London. The browny I just ate was soso. The cappuccino meh. Over and over again, I conclude that vegans forgo pleasure and have significantly deconditioned themselves to not pay attention to flavours, textures and possibly, I am afraid, the experience of nutrition.