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October 31, 2024 (14244)
Every speech act strengthens one set of intentions and weakens others. When I think in English, I reinforce the intention to improve my English, which steals power from the intention to improve my Russian, Chinese, German, Latin, etc. There is no way for me to become the greatest thinker in all these languages. Even if I pick up just one of them and dedicate the rest of my life to its improvement, studying the most significant historical events that shaped its great thinkers and ideas, the chances to outperform other great thinkers aren’t that high. The immense popularity of psychopolitical clowns like J. Peterson in the English consciousness at the dawn of the internet era gives some hope, but it also makes dubious long-term investments.
Assuming that one is driven by the intention to become the greatest thinker, it’s necessary to make a feasible prediction about the fate of one’s language in psychopolitics for at least the next few hundred years. If English is destined to repeat what happened to Latin, it doesn’t make a lot of sense to put all our eggs into its basket, even if we are as versed in it as Cicero was in Latin. After all, who reads Cicero today? For any shrewd observer who has studied the original works of non-English thinkers in their original language, it is more or less evident that since the 1990s, the megalomania of the unipolar moment turned the English language as such into a dangerous version of Don Quixote, who sees monsters everywhere in everyone and everything while imagining itself being a benign knight on a white horse. Isn’t Musk’s Neuralink an upgraded version of the Mambrino’s helmet? Doesn’t AI look like a windmill? Sancho Panza is played by the two-headed ogre, Chomsky-Mearsheimer. Dulcinea is the concept of freedom, a whore that is being фucked by everyone who is capable of resisting nausea while looking at her ugly face or who is just totally blind. And we all know what‘s going to happen to Don Quixote after sanity gets back to him. When he throws off his delusions, the next moment he’s dead. And while desperately preserving his grandiose narrative, he keeps making more and more foolish mistakes, mixing up phenomena and noumena, language and reality.

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280.

October 31, 2024 (14244)
Every speech act strengthens one set of intentions and weakens others. When I think in English, I reinforce the intention to improve my English, which steals power from the intention to improve my Russian, Chinese, German, Latin, etc. There is no way for me to become the greatest thinker in all these languages. Even if I pick up just one of them and dedicate the rest of my life to its improvement, studying the most significant historical events that shaped its great thinkers and ideas, the chances to outperform other great thinkers aren’t that high. The immense popularity of psychopolitical clowns like J. Peterson in the English consciousness at the dawn of the internet era gives some hope, but it also makes dubious long-term investments.
Assuming that one is driven by the intention to become the greatest thinker, it’s necessary to make a feasible prediction about the fate of one’s language in psychopolitics for at least the next few hundred years. If English is destined to repeat what happened to Latin, it doesn’t make a lot of sense to put all our eggs into its basket, even if we are as versed in it as Cicero was in Latin. After all, who reads Cicero today? For any shrewd observer who has studied the original works of non-English thinkers in their original language, it is more or less evident that since the 1990s, the megalomania of the unipolar moment turned the English language as such into a dangerous version of Don Quixote, who sees monsters everywhere in everyone and everything while imagining itself being a benign knight on a white horse. Isn’t Musk’s Neuralink an upgraded version of the Mambrino’s helmet? Doesn’t AI look like a windmill? Sancho Panza is played by the two-headed ogre, Chomsky-Mearsheimer. Dulcinea is the concept of freedom, a whore that is being фucked by everyone who is capable of resisting nausea while looking at her ugly face or who is just totally blind. And we all know what‘s going to happen to Don Quixote after sanity gets back to him. When he throws off his delusions, the next moment he’s dead. And while desperately preserving his grandiose narrative, he keeps making more and more foolish mistakes, mixing up phenomena and noumena, language and reality.

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