The primary virtue is control

Everything is the same as everything else

[qasimlondon]

[k-simplex]

How it feels to be veggie tarian

[noosphe-re]

A triggered lightning strike at the Camp Blanding facility, International Center for Lightning Research and Testing—ICLRT

[sickfreaksirkay]

“no rapping tonight"

why?

"you rap about arthurian knights everytime, it's embarrassing"

ok

[after one beer]

uh oh y'all i go into a trance a lot

[lonelyvampx]

Anastasia Trusova

[vren-diagram]

You should read Project Lawful if you haven't already it gave me the same feeling that it was impossible to do anything but read it until i was finished as Worth The Candle

o7 noted. Is there anything else to this pitch? Also what do you look like. I have a list where I keep lit recommendations I've received from people ordered by how hot they are.

[saltandmetal]

Project Lawful is written by Yudkowsky, about a dath ilani isekaied into Golarion, the dnd pathfinder setting. My favourite features include:

Reasonable and compelling world building about how the Devil Cult Country that worships the literal devil and sends all its worshippers to literal hell to be tortured forever is structured and maintains power.

Character trapped inside a conspiracy that is learning from him how to be an effective conspiracy as they go. Also as a side thing reveals the nature of the game of how to (attempt to) deceive an ideal Bayesian reasoner.

In-text math lectures about representational measurement theory. Its not called that but thats basically what it is. When you've got some natural object (like beliefs or preferences) with nice properties, you can prove that there's only a single way to represent them up to things like scaling (probability or utility respectively). The characters all treat it like they're learning out of universe magic and to be honest it felt like that for me too. Wonderful my favourite part.

Iomedae.

As for my appearance check your dms.

[unyieldingsilence]

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[necarion]

If you want to visualize gradient descent in neural networks, imagine minimizing a function that is a 2D surface in 3D space, and then say "billions of dimensions" to yourself.

[birdblogwhichisforbirds-deactiv]

My brother, listen, do not be afraid. I have descended into Hell to talk About forgiveness. Yes, Pilate, with you. With others too - with everyone who’s here. But you first. Even Judas, my old friend, Must wait a while for me. We have a while; The sempiternal agony of Hell Exists outside of human history.  Souls killed in every century are here Millennia before and after you. You stand among those millions who share An everlasting sentence for the crime Of “just doing your job.” Your job killed me. Your job ripped my skin open with a lash And drove me, bleeding, shambling up the hill Where your job drove an eight inch iron spike Through each hand and each foot, and hoisted me Towards the sky and left me there for hours To slowly suffocate. You did your job To many more like me. Their names were all Forgotten as they rotted on the cross Unburied. Hell is teeming with the souls Who did their job, who served the empire well - Not just your empire, all the ones that rose And fell, before and after your own Rome’s. You asked me once what truth is. That is it. That is the truth about your whole life’s work. You know this and it sears worse than the flames. But that is not why I descended here. I’m here about forgiveness. Listen. Please.

In the beginning was the Word of God. That’s me. Like you, I had a job to do. By me all things were made, and without me Was nothing that was made. The universe Was my life’s work, the empire that I served. My father’s will for Mankind was my law. One act of disobedience was enough To sentence every one of you to death. I did my job, and did it thoroughly: The hands that made the stars built every tomb. They sculpted tumors, planted neat rows Of plagues in human lungs and skin and guts, Conducted rousing symphonies of storms, Earthquakes, tsunamis, fires, and wrote In stone: if you survive all this, the time itself Will kill you. Yet this law, My Father’s Law, No - our law, I share blame for it - forbade The dead to die. Infinities of pain, We gave as punishments for finite crimes. My father made me judge, and I looked down On human beings. I saw their sinfulness And built sparse Heaven and a crowded Hell. I thought this law was justice ‘til the day I learned what it is like to be condemned.

Pontius, I have no right to punish you. I killed you. I killed everyone you loved. I tortured you, but this ends here. You’re free. All Hell breaks out today. I will not judge. From now on, I refuse to do my job. I am not Christ the King. I abdicate. How you repay your debt to those you killed Is your own cross to carry - they decide Whether they will forgive you when you meet In Paradise. And Pontius, I forgive You for my death, of course. How could I not? But I’m not here to tell you that, I’m here To ask, to plead, for what I don’t deserve From everyone in Hell, but first from you. Brother, when we last met I said to you That you would have no power over me Were it not given from above, but now I bow my head, give power from below. I beg you for the one gift only you Can give me: I have sinned against you, please Brother, can you - will you - forgive my sins?

[reallyreallyreallytrying]

nip over to troy, bit of rough and tumble, big horse, bish bash bosh, back home to ithaca. simple as

[markovchaingang]

i feel like you would've survived the khmer rouge

[kata4a]

whirlingly twirlingly chochleate symmetry seems like a thing to which spinning is linked

spirals in fact are symmetric in scaling, but actinomorphically autodistinct

[perestroika-hilton]

2020s Political Compass Test

In this era of post-materialism, where the traditional left-right divide has given way to more vibes-based politics, this test hopes to refr

what are we getting on this ladies i should probably be a bit more luddite but watching porn more than once a week and not knowing what the job market is gonna look like in 10 years complicates that

[evilsoup]

what a fun little quiz. yes, millions must die to achieve my political goals #mygoals

[saltandmetal]

Millions must see again

[afloweroutofstone]

An anarcho-syndicalist American analytic philosopher and linguistics professor was teaching a class on Bertrand Russell, known logician.

“Before the class begins, you must get on your knees and worship Russell as the most influential philosopher of the 20th century, even more influential than Jacques Derrida or any other continental philosopher!” At this moment, a brave, psycho-analytic, Hegelian Marxist philosopher and cultural theorist, who fully recognized the weaponisation and ideological basis of instrumental rationality, boldly stood up and tugged at his collar. “My god, pure ideology! How can you ignore the work of Lacan and the Frankfurt School and so on and so on, like that?” 

The arrogant professor smirked quite arrogantly and smugly replied, “Continental philosophy cloaks trivialities in fancy language and uses the scientific-sounding term ‘theory’ to describe propositions that could never be tested empirically.” 

“Wrong. If empiricism is so important, as you would say, then how come you were so empirically wrong on the nature of language, and so on and so on?” 

The professor was visibly shaken, and dropped his chalk and copy of Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus. He stormed out of the room, crying those unironic empirically verified crocodile tears. There is no doubt that at this point our professor, Noam Chomsky, wished he had pulled himself up by his bootstraps and become more than an outdated linguist and blindly analytic philosopher. He wished so much that he had an argument to save himself from embarrassment, but he himself had advocated for truth derived from empirical investigation! The students applauded and all dropped out to transfer into the Ecole Normale Superieure that day and accepted French philosophy as superior to both German Idealism and the Anglosphere’s Analytic traditions. An eagle named “Critical Theory” flew into the room and perched atop a burning American flag and shed a single tear on the dropped chalk. Sections of Lacan’s Seminars were read several times, and the Spirit of Hegel himself showed up and demonstrated the nature of dialectics so vividly that everybody in the room progressed to a trans-physical state, transcending conventional notions of time and space. The professor lost his tenure and was fired the next day and was forced to become a panelist on an MSNBC news show to make ends meet. The brave psycho-analytic philosopher’s name? Slavoj Zizek.

[doedipus]

Girl with a uniform fetish who is turned on by all things and concepts an equal amount

[toskarin]

just heard about lindsey graham. I don't know what to say. every interaction I had with him, he was a veritable ray of sunshine. I still remember sitting by the lake, tracing reeds across the water's surface and promising that those beautiful days of summer would last forever

[no-sharks-on-the-sun]

[vren-diagram]

ethical nightmare coming up when we figure out how to kick the child abuse genes out of designer babies and create the first generation of kids who don't retrocausally deserve it