Death (With Interpolations)

“Death might appear to destroy the meaning in our lives, [because it does] but in fact it is the very source of our creativity [which doesn’t matter because your creativity is meaningless]. As Kafka said, ‘The meaning of life is that it ends.’ Death is the engine that keeps us running, giving us the motivation to achieve, learn, love, and create [even though all of that is pointless because when we die we cease to exist and most of us won’t be remembered for very long, if at all]. Philosophers have proclaimed this for thousands of years just as vehemently as we insist upon ignoring it generation after generation [and we probably don’t know the names of most of those philosophers, where they were from, or what they actually said about anything, and whose lives fundamentally might not have occurred at all for all anyone cares].” From: It’s never too early to start thinking about your own death – Vox | Via: BoingBoing

Kafka was wrong. Life has no meaning. Death has no meaning. It doesn’t matter if the end of life inspires creativity; creativity is just an abstract form of masturbation.

But that’s okay: if life and death have no meaning, then no one has to die with the regret that they’ve wasted it hanging over their heads, and as for creativity — what’s wrong with a little masturbation now and then? Even if it is rendered utterly meaningless by the oblivion of your eventual death.

Is that depressing? I don’t see why it should be. Death is the great equalizer. And you know what pisses off the high and mighty more than anything else in the world? Equality.

As pointed out in the Vox piece, Larry Ellison (noted Rich Motherfucker), is very upset at the idea that he’s going to die. You, on the other hand, might meet your end with equanimity and grace. In a thousand years you’ll both be fucking dead, and therefore it won’t matter, but right now you can enjoy the thought that this master of the universe, this smug, island-owning testicle, is mad — MAD! — at the sheer indignity of the fact that his fun has to stop eventually, whereas you’ve achieved a kind of zen-like acceptance.

What even funnier is that, as the rich and the powerful begin more and more to believe in their own propaganda about fighting off death, they’ll likely end up exposing themselves to highly experimental treatments, with unknown side-effects. It’s going to be hilarious.

Until they actually do figure out how to live forever, at which point the rest of us will be fucked.

But then we’ll be dead, so it’ll all work out in the end.

Ow, Our Wrists

“Four global banks agreed Wednesday to pay more than $5 billion in penalties and plead guilty to rigging the world’s currency market, the first time in more than two decades that major players in the financial industry have admitted to criminal wrongdoing on such a scale.” From: Banks fined more than $5B, to plead guilty to market rigging – SFGate.

Five billion dollars, spread across four giant banks? The word “pocket change” comes to mind. In fact, here’s a quote from the article: “Still, the penalties pale in comparison to the banks’ profits. JPMorgan Chase had $4.1 billion in revenue from its fixed income and currencies business in the first quarter of this year alone, while Citi had $3.48 billion.”

The fact that we live in a world where there are business that can only barely even feel the loss of a couple of billion bucks should tell you something. That something is that these banks are functionally insane. Once you have that much money, why bother going to such extreme lengths to steal even more?

I’ve Read the Word “Generation” So Often That It’s Lost All Meaning Now

“Generational thinking is just a benign form of bigotry.” From: We need to ditch generational labels by Rebecca Onion, at Aeon.

Just one of the many problems with lumping people (who share a similar age, but not necessarily anything else) into a giant group is the tendency to erase the more marginalized members of that group. So when people talk about traits of the so-called “Millennials” they’re mostly talking about wealthy white kids, and what’s sad is that many of them don’t seem to realize they’re doing it.