In the moments when I’m truly alone and thinking, I wonder about intelligence. About what it is to be intelligent. Recently, I have found an interesting view on the matter. How is Experience different from intelligence? Is intelligence ability to process experience?
Think different. A simple, yet memorable slogan, of one of the biggest companies in the world. Apple is now more like a lifestyle, than a producer. In what way, is anyone thinking different if they have anything to do with them?
Yeah, yeah, we’ve all heard it. Be calm, meditate, stop at least once a day… But why, really? To remember what we’ve done? Maybe. To take a moment and reflect? Maybe. To stay sane? I wouldn’t go that far.
Have you ever felt satisfied? It is common to think about satisfaction as a goal. What sort of a goal is it, though. A goal must be measurable, otherwise it is but a chimera. Nobody should ever settle with satisfaction.
Exactness. Close to impossible for a human, but ridiculously easy for a machine. I would say it is a virtue and I praise anyone who strives for it. Being exact, mathematically exact, makes communication, contrary to popular belief, a lot easier.
Internet. One of the most (if not the most) influential invention of the last century. So free and accessible, one might almost believe that it is a great platform for democracy. Everyone has a voice. An anonymous, non-consequential ability to speak their mind. Does it have any drawbacks?
What is the value of a person? Some say that every person is different, that every person is invaluable, that even asking these questions is wrong. But lets open our minds and try to think about the unthinkable. Lets face the reality.
Freedom is a great thing. A thing we all desire. It is in human nature. But too much of anything is bad. Especially when we don’t know the potential consequences.
Why did (and do) humans ever bother to do anything? What proper reason might a person have to stay alive? Is it love? Is the reason in having someone who you do not want to sadden by killing yourself? Or someone you do not want to leave behind? Or maybe it is fear. Fear of…
How much does anyone really care about what happens to other people? Do people help other people only because they seek their own gain?