yo what up
Any conversation
ะฆะฒะตัะพะบ ัะพะทั ะฝะต ะธะทะดะฐะตั ะณะพะปะพัะฐ, ะฐ ะฑะปะฐะณะพัั
ะฐะฝะธะต ะตะณะพ ะดะฐะปะตะบะพ ัะฐัั
ะพะดะธััั ะผะพะปัะฐ; ัะฐะบ ะฝะฐะดะพ ะถะธัั ะธ ะฒัะตะผ ั
ัะธััะธะฐะฝะฐะผ.
โะกะฒััะธัะตะปั ะคะตะพัะฐะฝ ะะฐัะฒะพัะฝะธะบ
The rose flower makes no sound, but its fragrance spreads far and wide in silence; so should all Christians live.
โSt. Theophan the Recluse
there's no fundamental physical limit that prevents silicon from developing taste and judgement, but language is a lossy compression of reality.
taste comes from experience, from the shadowy mass of episodic memory, which swirls and convects at the boundary of consciousness. the ideas recombine into new ones in the nuclear reactor of the hippocampus.
but no matter how imbued with meaning and expertise is a handmade wardrobe we still get our shit from ikea
Still in Quebec City, which has a pretty sizable street population once you come down from the hill where the tour groups go. We had to basically step over some guys sharing a glass pipe on the only stairs up the hill yesterday; I have teenagers so this bothered me.
Later, my youngest and I were talking and he says "why don't the police do something about that?"
