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0219 - Discomfort Zone - 2021.12.13 |
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Comment: Things will happen to you that you're not ready for. That is the nature of life. In the same way that destruction is almost always easier than creation, tragedy is almost always easier than joy. Car accidents and cancer can come out of nowhere, but a new baby or a new relationship or a beautiful accomplishment are the result of effort and intention. Even so-called windfalls are often the result of someone else's labours. Lee's tragedies are, of course, on a much less devastating scale than cancer or car accidents, but their academic predicament and their falling out with Caleb are certainly accidental, for a given definition of "accident". In order to achieve a matching good thing, someone or something is going to have to engage effort and intention and - most importantly - attention span to turn things around. Note that I said "someone or something", not necessarily "Lee Caldavera". Lee can certainly be the recipient of AIs' and systems' and humans' generosity (wow, all those plural possessive apostrophes look weird...) Indeed, Lee has been the recipient of other people's work their whole life - they lounge upon the shoulders of giants. One might argue that this compels them to become a giant as well, to pay things forward to the next generation, but this is by no means a contractual obligation into which one is born. At least, I don't recall signing any such paperwork when I popped into existence. Your mileage may vary. |
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