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Less than one month ago, CERN data published in Nature shows (with 5-sigma certainty) that beauty baryons violate CP-symmetry which does not fit in the Standard Model. Well, if you understand what science is all about, you rejoice and feel some excitement as old Gods are slowly taken down once more as we go deeper down the rabbit hole, but if you are stubborn and believe in the God of the Gaps, you smirk, quote your favorite holy book and double down on your ignorance. Sadly, there are a lot more of the latter folk on this Earth.
If we accept that (1) major religions have incompatible theories of the ultimate reality (e.g. monotheistic Abrahamism va polytheistic Hinduism, Abrahamic one life and out vs Buddhist Samsara or Hindu reincarnation) and (2) the vast majority of people choose the religion of their parents, it logically follows that all (or in best case and very unlikely scenario, all but one) contradicting religions are misguided and mostly bogus.
Yesterday, we picked up a grocery shopping list at Fortinos that M ordered 2 weeks ago. The young woman placed it in the trunk so it was contactless if you don't count the indirect contact through the bags. It was eerie.
We also watched the Season 1 finale of Westworld: a bit of reverse Matrix [robot] consciousness awakening and von Neumann's Singularity memes weaved in. Robert Ford's monologues are balm to a stoic's heart. Here is another good gem from a few episodes back:
There is no threshold that makes us greater than the sum of our parts, no inflection point at which we become fully alive. We can’t define consciousness because consciousness does not exist. Humans fancy that there’s something special about the way we perceive the world, and yet we live in loops as tight and as closed as the hosts do, seldom questioning our choices, content, for the most part, to be told what to do next.
I also watched a Diego Maradona doc. It was poignant and brought back memories of watching my first FIFA World Cup finals and the infamous Argentina QF Hand of God goal as well as the most brilliant goal ever by the same player. It was painful the watch Diego's ensnarement by the Camorra in his Napoli time, the deep divisions between Italy's North and South and how Diego was back stabbed multiple times after his team's 1990 finals elimination of hosts Italy. It was also sad to watch how time has taken a heavy toll on the man, but bittersweet to see him acknowledging his illegitimate son after 30 years of denial.
PS: I forgot to mention finding a few days ago about a controversial poet, Bukowski, from my primary school homeroom and lit teacher and principal. He was quite the flawed character and kindred spirit to Baudelaire and Apollinaire.
We also watched the Season 1 finale of Westworld: a bit of reverse Matrix [robot] consciousness awakening and von Neumann's Singularity memes weaved in. Robert Ford's monologues are balm to a stoic's heart. Here is another good gem from a few episodes back:
There is no threshold that makes us greater than the sum of our parts, no inflection point at which we become fully alive. We can’t define consciousness because consciousness does not exist. Humans fancy that there’s something special about the way we perceive the world, and yet we live in loops as tight and as closed as the hosts do, seldom questioning our choices, content, for the most part, to be told what to do next.
I also watched a Diego Maradona doc. It was poignant and brought back memories of watching my first FIFA World Cup finals and the infamous Argentina QF Hand of God goal as well as the most brilliant goal ever by the same player. It was painful the watch Diego's ensnarement by the Camorra in his Napoli time, the deep divisions between Italy's North and South and how Diego was back stabbed multiple times after his team's 1990 finals elimination of hosts Italy. It was also sad to watch how time has taken a heavy toll on the man, but bittersweet to see him acknowledging his illegitimate son after 30 years of denial.
PS: I forgot to mention finding a few days ago about a controversial poet, Bukowski, from my primary school homeroom and lit teacher and principal. He was quite the flawed character and kindred spirit to Baudelaire and Apollinaire.
