Our world is not a friendly spot for anyone insisting on certainty. But for those who crave certainty, there’s the Web.
The Web is inhabited by people brimming with confidence.
How is it that these avatars radiate self-assurance in spite of minds addled by booze and bodies saddled with debt?
In their ecstasy, do they forget they are really animated lumps of mud, and one day soon, they will become dust and blow away on the winds?
Is it true they believe that one day we will download their minds from their bodies and upload them into computers or robots?Now does anyone really want your mind or mine implanted into a computer?
What about errors generated from every upgrade or copy? Within a few generations wouldn’t we resemble a cassette tape that someone copied from a copy of a copy? And frankly, who wants that running around in a robot body?
In spite of our best efforts to convince ourselves otherwise, do we know anything?
Does this uncertainty fuel our insecurities, our anger, and our unhappiness?
And if it does, doesn’t it take humility to admit it?
Do any of the big questions in life have answers?
Philosophers and mathematicians still debate the foundations of math. Think about it—the foundations of mathematics remain uncertain. How humbling is that?
So isn’t it okay not to have all the answers?
Most things in life must be taken on faith anyways, right?
And if we plan to be honest with ourselves and forgive ourselves for not knowing everything, shouldn’t we extend this courtesy and forgiveness to others?
Life is far too short.
Is it a good use of our time parading around and pretending we know everything?
MARTIAN DEATH RAY 