The Absinthe Drinker, Edgar Degas

It seems that everything we do is in celebration of life, particularly in the face of forseeable yet often forgotten death. We hold onto work, people, and experiences as though these can extend our mortality. Living in blissful ignorance, each of us adheres to this belief without much reflection. It is the most fundamental of all principles. Our focus has long been misplaced, fixated on the less significant aspects of life, exemplified by the stagnation in progress since Apollo 11, seemingly a consequence of the prolonged recovery period post-World War II. This disruption in our timeline has become a trap, leading humanity into a plateau of mediocrity.

This epiphany struck me while scrolling through five consecutive posts, each showcasing different individuals in their wedding photos. They appeared joyous and full of hope, almost as if they were the unwitting enemies of the concept of Eternal Rest. However, to me, it seemed more like vanity. Their laughter appeared so superficial that, in the realm of truth, it seemed no more than frivolous and foolish. I congratulated them, not with a belief in a bright future, but in admiration of their naivety and simplicity, wishing that their fleeting moments could be savored in perpetuity.

As we move forward, it's essential for us to revisit the basics: our inherent desire to live. Comfortable circumstances are not the utopia we envisioned, but rather lukewarm waters slowly leading us to spiritual decay. The challenge extends beyond biologists and engineers convincing investors in this era of realist capitalism. We must collectively rise to this challenge before the last drop of vitality fades away. While some put their faith in AI as the primary solution, my aim is to advocate for a broader systemic change. Should Descartes have lived in the 21st century, I firmly believe he would have been a prominent figure in the Accelerationist movement.

I think, therefore, I act.