
Yogi Berra, synchronicity, and life as a metaphor for baseball
Perhaps the loss of one’s own heartbeat will someday be as final as being tagged out by Yogi Berra at the plate.

Perhaps the loss of one’s own heartbeat will someday be as final as being tagged out by Yogi Berra at the plate.

Ray Ban guy is a victim of being an unprotected lion, like Cecil. He is rich, young, male, attractive, Caucasian, and fits a class-warfare demographic profile created by millennials who demonize hedge funders as the Great Gatsby’s of the previous, douchebag generation that went before them and date the hotter girls of their own generation.

I do not defer to a notion of “common sense” because reasonable people can agree to disagree on anything from Planned Parenthood to Pol Pot’s political cleansing. Morality and ethics are luxuries that are afforded only those with the power to exercise them. What we as a a species need to defer to is the dominion of the heart.
Zoltan Istvan is an author, sailor, family man, National Geographic Journalist, inventor of volcano surfing, and a candidate for the Presidency of the United States. He explains why he believes Transhumanism is our best chance for a better world via science and technology.
We live in interesting times. But it is too bad that the world is so easily manipulated by fear and closed to the notion that we are all on this planet together to coexist. The velocity of money fuels the progress of a few men whilst the world-soul degrades.

Here all boundaries fade away and the world reveals itself for the mad slaughterhouse that it is. The treadmill stretches away to infinitude, the hatches are closed down tight, logic runs rampant, with bloody cleaver flashing.