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Google has waited for this moment. They've sleeper design teams brought out of the cyrogenic chambers, deployable only when the tide has shifted in Google's favor. This is as sensed by deep learning algorithms trained on social trends. Expect to see big bold splashes headed forward, new dimensions to circles/collections/communities revealed. Domination is a network effect, Google knows, it understands, it has been waiting. The search engine's great eye softens with empathy. The avalanche of power awaits us all. The rising tide lifts all boats. We have been waiting, with faith, and we shall be rewarded.

We cannot succumb to a totality. There is another side to every coin. And so, as per sidebar, I'd like to steelman what has essentially been written off as the supposedly "non-existent" response to the clean room mandate as put forward by Jordan Barney Peterson.

…don’t be fixing up the economy, 18-year-olds. You don’t know anything about the economy. It’s a massive complex machine beyond anyone’s understanding and you mess with at your peril. So can you even clean up your own room? No. Well you think about that. You should think about that, because if you can’t even clean up your own room, who the hell are you to give advice to the world?

A couple things. First, it should raise suspici

Why.

Which do you put more importance on... in love?

How do you love compared to why do you love.

Has a partner ever asked, "Why do you love me?" How did you answer?

One time I had just began to bodybuild with a buddy of mine. I was making my newb gains, and it felt good to explore another dimension of my body after years of participating in a competitive yoga environment. A flood of new neurochemicals was entering my psyche during this period.

One day, I came home and I proclaimed to my wife, "I feel so MANLY." She jumped up with a curious, eager look. She asked if it was working. She said, "Show me."

So I flexed my entire body, everything curved down into a ball and basically Kamehameha'd her. I remember this event clearly, for I had kept flexing and yelling, bursting forth with energy far past what I knew I was

I don't cry because I'm a man and society has taught me to suppress my emotions. However, sometimes I cry in secret. When my wife and I separated I cried hard and often, kind of short wails, or sometimes in a way that felt like a cup inside me had begun to overflow. In fact, I cried so much I thought, surely, a human face cannot produce so much water!

That was years ago and now I don't cry so much, if at all, ever. The last time I might have cried is cradling my mancat and looking into his eyes looking into mine with such love, his little paw on my chest, and I imagined the last time he will look at me like that. If I would know or not when that moment comes.

It's impossible to describe h

It's a tasteful space leapt from a design magazine, staffed by the kind of baristas who win competitions... in countries halfway around the world. It's 10 o clock in the morning on a Saturday. Who did you bring along? What are you working on? What kind of drink did you order?

Remember: no drama. We're sensible, mature adults here.

People forget racism doesn't just have a systemic quality to it. Remove that and you're still left with an intellectual dementia. Racism is an utterly invalid method of understanding, period.

People forget sexism doesn't just have a systemic quality to it. Remove that and you're still left with an intellectual dementia. Sexism is an utterly invalid method of understanding, period.

People forget propagandism isn't just a quality of the other side. Remove the other side and you're still left with an intellectual dementia. Propagandism is an invalid method of understanding, period.

The answer is because to say they are not is to disconnect.

The improv troupe that does not accept each other's immediacy fails. The lovers that as soon as deny each other's emotional life, disintegrate. The leader who disregards their employees situations finds a mutiny.

But is it valid to feel that a gender is the enemy? To feel a paranoid subtext hovering over the interactions of another race? To feel based on a false fact? Surely, there are emotions that poison us.

We live a world more emotional than ever, and feeling more disconnected than ever. We're sensation junkies. And we're generating more information in two days than we did all of history to 2002. Our institutions of authori