Tom's Blog on Life and Livingness
A not so subtle message about one possibility for the coming transhumanism. Call me old-school but I am for as much as possible retaining full personal autonomy over my natural, unadulterated self, no matter how much they tout the benefits of the “improvements”.
In the light of developments over the last 150 years in our understanding of the mind I think it is important to note that an idiot as Mark labelled one who does not learn from data could be further described as a person of low IQ, such as he meant, as well as somebody who is clinging fast to a false datum that contradicts what you are trying to communicate. This person can be otherwise intelligent so does not readily fit within the framework of what we call an idiot. This latter person can be otherwise quite bright, intelligent and rational, just not on this subject.
If you do not know this it can puzzle you as to why some otherwise intelligent people can be so off the mark on a subject.
Then there are those evil people who profit from lies and deceit, like Fauci, Gates, Soros et al.
The term Conspiracy Theorist was coined by the FBI to discredit any critical thinker who pointed out the holes in the Warren Commission’s report into JFK’s assassination.
It should probably be worn as a badge of honour rather than taken as an insult!
I hired a plumber to help me restore an old farmhouse, and after he had just finished a rough first day on the job: a flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric drill quit and his ancient one ton truck refused to start.
While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence. On arriving, he invited me in to meet his family. As we walked up the front walk, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands.
When opening the door he underwent an amazing transformation.. His face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss.
Afterward he walked me to the car. We passed the tree and my curiosity got the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier.
‘Oh, that’s my trouble tree,’ he replied ‘I know I can’t help having troubles on the job, but one thing’s for sure, those troubles don’t belong in the house with my wife and the children.. So I just hang them up on the tree every night when I come home and ask God to take care of them. Then in the morning I pick them up again.’ ‘Funny thing is,’ he smiled,’ when I come out in the morning to pick ’em up, there aren’t nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before.
Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance. We all need a Trouble Tree!
Owen has withdrawn his cooperation for which I commend him. I am using my voice to inform others who remain on those platforms until, like did LinkedIn, I am silenced.