wait americans can just. buy massive bottles of ibuprofen what the fuck
ONE THOUSAND TABLETS. ONE THOUSAND OF THEM??? im jealous we only get like 16
when you’re on here like ‘mmm yummy five ibuprofen make headache go away’ you’re not struggling with little packets you’re just straight chugging that shit what the fuck
simply cannot ever resist what i call the little mermaid or the tin man or the pinnochio plot, the one about a character who is either inhuman or human but outside in some way, constantly searching for whatever it is that they consider to be the quintessential proof of humanity, preoccupied by it so deeply that they fail to realize the proof is in the act and fact of the search itself
ID: tags reading “#i am reminded very much of the joke about the robber and the poor man #where the poor man wakes up and finds someone robbing his house and asks what they’re looking for #and the robber says ‘money.’ #and the poor man says ‘maybe if we both look together we can find some.’ #a human asks a robot or a wooden boy or a ghost or a mermaid what they’re looking for #and the inhuman person says that they’re searching for a way to be human #and the human says let’s both search together #maybe we’ll find it if we both look. End ID
If two people reach the same understanding, one through normal means and the other through mystical experience, is one experience more epistemologically valuable?
