Digital Deepspace

I am setting off on a journey, and I don’t know where I am going or how it will end. On this trip, we will travel on roads forged by society. Societies which are manifested through their respective economic and political systems. I have my pen as my walking stick, and my limited knowledge as my subsistence, as I attempt to discover what system is best for weary travelers that are also taking this journey. Because the better the system, the better the society, and therefore the better our journey will be on the road of life. Of course, better is a loose term. What can be better for one can be disastrous for another. That being the case, what is actually better? It is better for shareholders if employees work at a lower wage and increase margins, and it’s better for workers if their wage is increased. Those two betters are opposite, which means, with any sentiment left aside (some shareholders might care about workers), someone’s better is another’s worse. This is true in many facets of ...

There is money to be made. Go make as much as possible for as long as you can. Keep it coming in while you sleep. Make even more when you wake up. Life is gaining income and spending it. With no money, you will die. It’s a big part of human reality. A reality which changes often. When a tornado steamrolls a town, it distorts their reality. That distortion has a cascading effect. Those alterations range from emotional to geologic and everything in between. Distortions like these keep reality forever changing. Within our dynamic reality, there are systems. Seasonal change is a system. A system that would very much alter if a space object collided with Earth and changed our orbit. Ecosystems are systems, so is the electrical grid. All these examples are very tangible. There are also systems that do not exist but are real, like economic ones. And just like everything else in reality, these systems are always changing too. The thing is with something not tangible, like an idea, it can only ...

A Simple Analogy on the Philosophy of Waste The summer heat at the State Fair is intense. After wiping the sweat from his eyes, George sees an ice cream vendor in the distance. He loves ice cream and smiles, knowing there’s nothing better than its cold tastiness on a humid day. George walks over, fingering the money in his pocket, knowing he has no reason to count it. He came to the State Fair with enough money to play as many games and eat as much as he wanted. Once he reaches the ice cream trailer, George pulls out his wad of cash and orders.  A couple of locals named Bill and Ted lean on a vacant trailer kiddie corner to the ice cream vendor and oogle at the massive amount of cash a slightly overweight, sweaty young man is holding. They then look at each other, aghast, as George turns away from the booth with a single cone filled with a ridiculous amount of Superman-flavored ice cream. The top scoop, which looks to be the eighth, immediately drops from the mountain of ice cream ...