In a brilliant article published in Seed magazine, Geoffrey Miller proposes a solution to the Fermi Paradox. “I think the aliens don’t blow themselves up,” he suggests. “[T]hey just get addicted to computer games. They forget to send radio signals or colonize space because they’re too busy with runaway consumerism and virtual-reality narcissism. They don’t need Sentinels to enslave them in a Matrix; they do it to themselves, just as we are doing today. Once they turn inwards to chase their shiny pennies of pleasure, they lose the cosmic plot. They become like a self-stimulating rat, pressing a bar to deliver electricity to its brain’s ventral tegmental area, which stimulates its nucleus accumbens to release dopamine, which feels…ever so good.”
Brains have evolved to seek the cues of adaptation – short-cut signals that have proven to be reliable over the course of deep time. In the age of advanced technology, however, reality-faking has supplanted reality, since supplying the brain directly with pleasurable signals is a lot more ‘efficient’ than supplying the circumstances that neural pleasure circuitry responds to.
“I suspect that a certain period of fitness-faking narcissism is inevitable after any intelligent life evolves. This is the Great Temptation for any technological species—to shape their subjective reality to provide the cues of survival and reproductive success without the substance. Most bright alien species probably go extinct gradually, allocating more time and resources to their pleasures, and less to their children. They eventually die out when the game behind all games — the Game of Life — says ‘Game Over; you are out of lives and you forgot to reproduce.’”
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Hildegard von Bingen - Voice of the Living Light
01 O rubor sanguinis, antiphon for Saint Ursula & her companions.
02 Favus distillans, response for Saint Ursula & her companions.
04 Studium divinitatis, Laudes antiphon for Saint Ursula & her Companions.
05 O ecclesia occuli tui, sequence for Saint Ursula & her Companions.
06 Misc. instrumental Pieces associated with Hildegard recordings.
07 O eterne Deus, antiphon.
08 O dulcissime amator, sinfonia for the virgins.
09 Rex noster promptus est, response for the Holy Innocents.
10 O cruor sanguinis, antiphon.
11 Cum vox sanguinis, hymn for Saint Ursula & her Companions.
12 Misc. instrumental Pieces associated with Hildegard recordings.
13 O virgo ecclesia, antiphon for the dedication of a church.
14 Nunc gaudeant materna, antiphon for the dedication of a church.
15 O orzchis ecclesia, antiphon for the dedication of a church.
My friends are doing something really rad in Virginia. Even if you don’t have a dime to your name you should go check out their project, and their story!
The Gundestrup cauldron, made in silver and copper, dated between 200 BC and 300 AD.
It was supposed to belong to a celtic tribe (these are mostly gods from the ancient celtic religion ), but this kind of silver work and some decorations made think that it could have been comissionned to Thracians silversmiths.
The biggest problem we face is a philosophical one: understanding that this civilization is already dead.
pay your respects to the vultures for the are your future
"The Ainus are a semi-nomadic, paleo-Siberian fishing and hunting people, but at the same time a neolithic planting people, with the wonderful idea that the world of men is so much more beautiful than that of the gods that deities like to come here to pay us visits. […]of all of these, the most important divine visitor is the bear.
When a very young black bearcub is caught in the mountains, it is brought in triumph to the village, where it is suckled by one of the women, plays about in the lodge with her children, and is treated with great affection. As soon as it becomes big enough to hurt and scratch when it hugs, however, it is put into a strong wooden cage and kept there for about two years, fed on fish and millet porridge, until one fine September day, when the time is judged to have come to release it from its body and speed it happily back to its mountain home.”
Furthermore, we have not even to risk the adventure alone; for the heroes of all time have gone before us, the labyrinth is fully known; we have only to follow the thread of the hero-path. And where we had thought to find an abomination, we shall find a god; where we had thought to slay another, we shall slay ourselves; where we had thought to travel outward, we shall come to the center of our own existence; where we had thought to be alone, we shall be with all the world.
Serpent-handling at the Dolley Pond Church of God.
Thomas G. Burton
Knoxville: University of Tennessee Press, 1993.
Gimme that old time religion.
It would of course be a little odd that there should be such rights attaching to human being simply qua human beings in light of the fact…that there is no expression in any ancient or medieval language correctly translated by our expression ‘a right’ until near the close of the middle ages: the concept lacks any means of expression in Hebrew, Greek, Latin or Arabic, classical or medieval, before about 1400, let alone in Old English, or in Japanese even as late as the mid-nineteenth century. From this it does not of course follow that there are no natural or human rights; it only follows that no one could have known that there were. And this at least raises certain questions. But we do not need to be distracted into answering them, for the truth is plain: there are no such rights, and belief in them is one with belief in witches and in unicorns
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