It's that time of year again!
As the counter changes digits, it's a time to rejoice in the fact that
humanity has gone another entire year without blowing itself up. It's a
time to look forward to another year of technological progress and
bitter, futile, political disputes over irrelevant matters. As we
celebrate the random division of an arbitrary time period, it's a time
to avoid thinking about the true twenty-billion-year chronology of the
Universe. It's a time to try to forget the unthinkable vastness of the
space between stars and celebrate whatever microscopic significance our
infinitesimal lives might have.
This festival of passing time reminds us of our ephemeral lives, like
candles flaring up whitely for a moment and then diminishing to a red
glow, sinking until even the embers fade.
It's a time when we accumulate years of debt on our credit cards to mask our true selfishness. It's a time to brighten our meaningless existences with mercantile frenzies of acquisition. It's a time when carols of love and hope deny our true loneliness and despair. It's a time when false smiles and ostentatious declarations of friendship hide the dark pits of fear and hatred that lurk in our souls. It's a time when shouted sermons try desperately not to acknowledge that we're all evil to the bone. It's a time to recite insincere prayers to a bleak and uncaring Universe.
Happy New Year from Eliezer Yudkowsky, Adept of Despair.
-- "I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend... I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don't last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle lke fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend." - Neil Gaiman, Sandman #48 -- sentience@pobox.com Eliezer S. Yudkowsky http://pobox.com/~sentience/AI_design.temp.html http://pobox.com/~sentience/sing_analysis.html Disclaimer: Unless otherwise specified, I'm not telling you everything I think I know.