The Bitter Soul of the Modular Citizen Investigated

NO LAURA I DON'T DRINK IT

(1) All I understand is philosophy.

(2) Hot chocolate is an urban food.

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TB of FO(CC) CFO

They get extra credit for being a human being.

But then again, they are already getting extra credit for being a human being, so in effect they get infinite extra credit.

He red this: Tor Bebu

IMPORTANT CONTRIBUTION TO METAPHYSICS

Is 'X' happening? Someone could guarantee that it is happening rather cheaply, why not?

It is a different question whether two things are separate.

Are two things happening?

Well, we can ask, does that mean one thing isn't happening, or does it just mean something more complex is happening?

Or does it in fact mean we can reduce the criteria for one thing happening, sinc it now consists of less unified complexity, one argues (like 2 is the sq. rt. of 4)?

I find this last explanation most reasonable.

Evidently, something could be less unified without being less real.

And yet, the division retains an efficiency in explaining complexity.

Apparently, reality is efficient (un-unified or un-complex), or else necessarily real, in the sense of retaining complexity.

Now we can ask, is it s a potential universe? Perhaps only if its potential can be actualized. For example, as a thought experiment, we don't know that the universe is not perception.

It is unfair to treat the universe as necessarily ONLY objective, if the non-objective is what we supposedly perceive.

But, it seems more likely that the universe has potential where it can be actualized, than that it is either non-objective or objective specifically.

For, what tells us that it is necessarily one way and not another? That is like imposing a moral paradigm.

It is more like it just IS or ISN'T.

Now we reach the ultimate idea, that THE POTENTIAL IS THE ACTUAL.

The universe itself is undergoing EVOLUTION.

The Day the Nobel Prize Investigators Visited Me

REWARD IN HE S1

I think this was around 2011 - 2013, at my Suite on Orange St. in New Haven.

Someone knocked on my door.

"Hi, you're Nathan Coppedge? We're investigating a Nobel Prize?"

"For me? I mean, really! For me?"

"Well, this is a very cursory thing. We're just checking to see if you 'might be' a valid candidate. It's either yes or no. If it's no, then you won't ever win the Nobel Prize."

"I would say, I'm a little immature. Too immature for this!" I said.

"You could be indicted for fraud" one of them said, helpfully.

"My experiments are honest, but incomplete" I said.

"Well, that's that!" someone said.

And, that was it.

For a long time I just assumed it was a joke arranged by my mother.

But my mother said it wasn't.

Nothing else came of it.

So, I had to assume it was real.

(Another option I'm considering is that my friend Laura Fawcett arranged it with the staff of the Peobody Museum. And another option is that it was a large group of neighbors in my building. But who knows).

Later the landlord asked me:

"Did you win the Nobel Prize?"

I said, "No, not yet."

"What about the people?"

"What people?"

"Those people who visited---"

"Oh, those people. I think they were just joking around."

He said: "That's a lot of people to joke around with."

There was a deadness in his voice, like I was joking around with the American people.