Perigordtruffle - Hunting For Rabbit Holes

Did another re-listen of Lift Your Skinny Fists Like Antennas To Heaven.

The world is beautiful again

I suppose I believe that the majority of parents, now and throughout history, have treated their children in a way that in a just world would be considered abuse. The majority of men have abused their female romantic partners, and although women's power to enact abuse has generally been less than men's, a still significant portion of women have been able to abuse their male romantic partners regardless. Almost all of us with any appreciable amount of wealth, which includes the majority of people living in the first world, have spent money on things that are not ultimately necessities even when that same money could have gone to save a human life. We have let people die when we could have saved them, plain and simple. Would we have done that if they were dying right in front of us? Maybe. Or is it only because they are far away and dying out of our sight that we didn't intervene?

Some people are of course more culpable for the world's injustices than others, but essentially no one is genuinely free of wrongdoing (and indeed, precisely because most people try to avoid wrongdoing that they or their culture recognize as such, very few of us are free of that even worse sin—remorseless wrongdoing).

The world is in some sense quite a nasty place. But in spite of thinking this way, and having thought this way for many years, I don't feel any sort of hate for the world. In spite of all these injustices I am, rather, brimming with love for the world and for the people in it. If I thought that abusers, exploiters, cops, or any who have been complicit or actively participant in wrongdoing were themselves unworthy of justice then I would find few flaws with the world—after all, it is a great cycle of hurt and pain, and most who harm others eventually are themselves subject to harm at the hands of yet others, and so on and so forth. There is a worldview in which this misery is all quite just. But I don't hold it. It is precisely because I am capable of loving people in spite of what might be called genuine evil that I am capable of loving people at all. Those who are not capable of this are either deluded about the nature of the world—about their own purity, or the purity of those they are trying to help—or are, as above, deeply misanthropic pessimists.

There will probably always be grave and unnecessary suffering, committed by human hands. We can and should seek to mitigate it as much as we can, but it will probably always be present. Still I believe that people are worth loving and that the world is worth living in.

Anthony Machuca · “Forbidden knowledge”

My mom getting angry at me out of nowhere then just as casually getting into a joking attitude later has always confused me. Until a few years ago when I realized that emotions like anger are apparently just casually felt by people or atleast some of them.

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