The world filled with little boxes, filled with cheese, and cream,  and honey,  and sweets,  electromagnetism,  couches,  hopes,  and dreams, filled up with chemicals, filled up with people who enjoy these things. I don't care about cream,  or how much cheese we have to cram in,  or how much drugs (caffeine!) is pumped in,  or what these people do inside,  if they do things for themselves,  or for their chemically loved ones,  I don't care much for couches,  or brown water,  or EMFs, or for their hopes, or their dreams (all seem trivial,  we are but trivial). I just want to own the little boxes. :)


On compensation alignment: nearly all folk have a number,  in terms of money-per-period or free-time-per-period,  or a tuple of these,  which models their compensation targets. Employers can only benefit by aligning themselves with these targets.

Thoughts About Life

I wish there were more people on earth who cared more for physics than humanity. Because for the rest of us,  every day is a long trial of disgust, as we wade through the economics of your filial blubberings. One tries not to criticise the boring. One can only make do and pursue an honest living...

It is strange,  when I bring myself to think about it,  to have crafted every single one of many social relations purely for commercial or sexual interest. To have no interest in friendships, or family. It is not a problem, except when one has to discuss it with others who have no such concept in their minds. I suppose all there is to fear, is xenophobia.


As I was saying on Tinder:

"Selling sex is easy. Selling sex to the right people is hard. It is the same with selling cake,  isn't it? Say "no," to dumbfuckery."

On Snobbery, in Aesthetics (or anything else, for that matter)

In any case you need to be rich in experience to get it right,  and that means you have to be first rich in either time,  money,  or intelligence. So no dice, economics dictates once more,  a gradient of natural selection pressures.. .