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It’s like tex-mex, shrimp scampi, deep dish, etc… When a foreign cook tries to accommodate to their new home’s preferences and tastes with local ingredients, and then the recipe evolves locally, distancing from its origins.

More often than not, it makes no linguistic sense: scampi are small lobsters, salsa sauce is a repetition, and deep dish is just deliciously wrong.

Yeah, that part ducks.

I know nothing about philosophy, but the Absence of Myth is often a heavily discussed topic since last century, and iIrc there’s a school of thought that I adhere that says “if you take the gods from the hearts of men, they will make new ones*”.

The idea is that our brains are constantly trying to make sense of an otherwise chaotic world, and in doing so, we create (or adhere) to myth to help us keep being rational (and focus on the stuff that matters(?)).

So even those of us that don’t subscribe to organized religions still have some mythos going on. But I’m not educated enough to explain or understand well this point.

*e.g. technological progress, artificial intelligence (well mostly LLM bs.), nuclear era will save us all, internet era will save us all, new-age stuff, cosmology, predestination, if we upload our conscience to a computer = heaven, etc. etc.

A link: https://gettherapybirmingham.com/on-the-absence-of-idols-on-mythopoetic-meaning-making/

EDIT: I forgot! One of the most common religious activities that we often don’t recognize is playing the lottery. It seems odd, but it is a communal activity solely based in faith that a better life is possible, and it is around the corner. But this is a faith-based activity, as anyone with some cursory statistics knowledge will tell you the odds are nought to nada.

I have often been split apart between telling someone or keeping the “lie”, as it seems it helps them keeping hope there is a better tomorrow.

If someone mentions their neighbor won the lottery, I would remind them the difference between empirical and anecdotal evidence.

[…] but science’s best guess is it’s where you were before you were born. Nowhere.

May I have a slightly different interpretation: Everywhere.

We are made from the same stuff the Sun is made, traveling together for eons. When we die, we just roll back to the matter is our planet.

And once it dies, we will travel again together through the stars.

I’m not sure if I want to be in a party with Pol Pot, Goebbels and Kissinger.

utensils that are too long to reach their own mouth Cow tools?

Or maybe we don’t matter enough to be seen. I mean, beekeepers don’t know each bee individually. In the span of time and space, our existence would be so short that it would be like looking at an individual fleck of dust in the air.

oh, I’ve been to this city. Food was overrated.

Children are little attention vampires, no matter how much do you give, they will always want more.

That said, fucking phones always in our hands are a disrespect to them, so while I don’t give a lot of attention, mine is 100% pure*.

*Terms and agreements might apply.

Epstein’s best friend and Apartheid nepotism kid.

Be kind to yourself.

Much more like a stream of shit.