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Collage of Aphrodite's sea aspect 🦢🌊

Digital Offering for Lord Hermes. Great God of Thieves, Travelers, Trade, and Merchants. Messenger of the gods and Bringer of Luck.

frmarino

Dimitris Papaioannou

hellenicwitchybitch

Aphrodite and Ares

cutepasta333

Happy venus day❤️

maswartz

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fractally

This has been my main argument against "AI" from the very beginning.

OpenAI scraped the entire web. All of which had been a labor of love from humans. Wikipedia is the backbone of a lot of LLMs, and that was volunteer human labor. They stole it and now they're selling it back to us.

And worse, they're trying to destroy the free sources that they stole from. It's destruction of human knowledge on an unprecedented scale. The burning of the library of Alexandria has nothing on this.

pixiecaps

like and rb to cause another abortion

sailatina3

Lets abort until its 1/2 of the generation.

flickrat

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carolinayourspiritmaster

There is no such thing as a small joy. Every good thing in your life, no matter how mundane and nonimportant may seen, deserves to be fully celebrated, and to express gratitude about it. A song that you love, a bowl of soup or fruit that energizes you, a clean sink, your kitty purring, your most favourite journal, comfortable shoes, the laughter of your best friend.

Why? Because this world is very, very challenging right now, and since we are all connected, we are also under a huge amount of stress, constantly getting bad news, and with a much greater responsibility over being witness to the pain of others.

And that means we must be militant with our gratefulness, and use it as a shield and armour against hopelessness. We cannot fight what is wrong if we are depleted and unmotivated; so, filling our souls with the truly important things in life is our duty.

jellyfish-enthousiast

Aphrodite Collage

anarchistmemedistro

The works of the roots of the vines, of the trees, must be destroyed to keep up the price, and this is the saddest, bitterest thing of all. Carloads of oranges dumped on the ground. The people came for miles to take the fruit, but this could not be. How would they buy oranges at twenty cents a dozen if they could drive out and pick them up? And men with hoses squirt kerosene on the oranges, and they are angry at the crime, angry at the people who have come to take the fruit. A million people hungry, needing the fruit- and kerosene sprayed over the golden mountains. And the smell of rot fills the country.

Burn coffee for fuel in the ships. Burn corn to keep warm, it makes a hot fire. Dump potatoes in the rivers and place guards along the banks to keep the hungry people from fishing them out. Slaughter the pigs and bury them, and let the putrescence drip down into the earth.

There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success. The fertile earth, the straight tree rows, the sturdy trunks, and the ripe fruit. And children dying of pellagra must die because a profit cannot be taken from an orange. And coroners must fill in the certificate- died of malnutrition- because the food must rot, must be forced to rot. The people come with nets to fish for potatoes in the river, and the guards hold them back; they come in rattling cars to get the dumped oranges, but the kerosene is sprayed. And they stand still and watch the potatoes float by, listen to the screaming pigs being killed in a ditch and covered with quick-lime, watch the mountains of oranges slop down to a putrefying ooze; and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.

- John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

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