Tortuous. Wonderful.

Here are some notes I just found in a notebook I haven’t opened for two years. They are notes for something (I think I remember what they’re for). Anyway. Seemed appropriate for today.

Every generation thinks they’re the last, thinks they’re special? “I figure we’ll all end up in utopia, or dead. 50 years out.” And 50 years out, people will be saying that too.

We even found their stuff on the moon.

History is on a parabolic curve, ever approaching zero, but never reaching it. Mathematically [illegible] paradox — can [illegible] curve happens relative to both axes. At a certain point, it switches the axis to which it’s relative.

“Yes, but this is the first time there’ve ever been weapons that could kill us all. One crazy could fuck us all.

History is resolution. Resolution is megapixels, it seems to us that cultural trends speed up as they approach us. But every generation thinks that. It’s not true. We’re just at the crest of the wave.”

It’s true, and it isn’t. Like the Hubble. (we only have the perspective we have)

Egypt —> Picasso.

Time and time. 2K years.

WE GET TO JUDGE BY OUR POSITION.

Just because we don’t know everything doesn’t mean we don’t get to judge.

Time is relative.

There is more capacity for mass destruction from human agency. Human agency matters.

Self awareness is torture.

There is no difference between a nuke going off, an asteroid hitting us, an airplane crashing, or getting leukemia.

Isn’t that solipsistic?

We’re dead either way. I get the nonchalance.

Tortuous, wonderful. We’re both right.