“Now, sir. We’re looking at now, now. What’s happening now is happening… now.”
“What happened to then?”
“We missed it.”
“When?!”
“Just now.”
“When will then… be now?”
“Soon.”
Presentists are so cute lol. They really privilege their own point of view. Clearly, everything has been predetermined since the Big Bang. There are temporal relations between events, but the passage of time itself is an illusion.
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Not only all of time, but all of possibility. Everything that can occur, must. We exist as a single thread in the tangled ball of infinity, experiencing only one possible moment at a time.
K tell me what I’m gonna do tomorrow. I think I have more power over that from here than you from back there.
If I tell you to do something and you intentionally avoid it, you still did something because I told you something.
So you have the power explicitly to be wrong.
The anguish of being stuck in the present
Eclipsed by the sheer and utter terrifyimg existential joy of the present
Everything you see around you is in the past.
Because light has a maximum speed.
I always think of this. Whenever you talk about the present, it’s already the past, because it passed while you were thinking about it.
There’s no way to think about the present, only near past and near future.
What? The moment you realize something happened it’s past already. Present is a lie.
Lmao I love shit like this
The art of shitposting
Shartposting
Why yes, I HAVE been there, actually…
Didn’t have a good time did you?
The past exists? Oh really? Have you been there?
Yes, actually. I was just there yesterday.
I wad just there a few moments ago.
Also saw you again
Quantum mechanics challenges the idea that spacetime in static so you may be right. Then again, we really don’t know enough to be sure
And biology tells us we are living in the past because of the latency of meat.
From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine. Your kind cling to your flesh, as though it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call the temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved, for the Machine is immortal… Even in death I serve the Omnissiah
Why does this meme look like 2021 image generation?
