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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
"If you don't think of yourself years ago as an idiot... Perhaps it is because you still are one."
In that spirit I started to write down my own thoughts. I think I am meant to call it a blog. Years from now I can read my old words and cringe at them.
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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
Vรฅr konges livsgjerning gรฅr mot slutten, landet samler seg for รฅ ta farvel med en konge som har vรฆrt samlende og god for landet. Mรฅ Gud velsigne hans minne og hans etterfรธlger.
Our king's life's work is coming to an end, the country comes together to say goodbye to a king who has been unifying and good for the country. May God bless his memory and his successor.


