It touches on Donald Hoffman’s work on the illusion of reality as a survival, probability-maximizing headset. Psychological research for decades, some benign, some not, revealed the clever tweaks and manipulations capable of changing human perception. Changing perception changes behaviours, actions, and, ulti…
It touches on Donald Hoffman’s work on the illusion of reality as a survival, probability-maximizing headset. Psychological research for decades, some benign, some not, revealed the clever tweaks and manipulations capable of changing human perception. Changing perception changes behaviours, actions, and, ultimately, destinies; now at Coke-distribution scale, leveraged by the adaptation of Cialdini’s principles.
I commend you on the flow, cohesion and scope of your writing (first one I read of yours) and where you left it for further essays. Most particularly I commend what you didn’t discuss (deliberately or otherwise) and where you let it end for the reader to ponder. The comments themselves I read as signals.
This prompts me to encourage others to read Byung-Chul Han’s The Disappearance of Rituals. There are other writers armed with (often) form-fit data, but nothing equals his atypical perspective, density, prose, implications, and corrective actions, in my opinion. By all means read the many novels the past ~200 years and plethora of recent non-fiction (some you mention), but they don’t dig deep as to cause, and as to counter.
There yet remains an ancient, ready antidote to the predation of collective human narcissism by narcissistic tech pedlars - the faces presented in lieu of their faceless overlords. As we hurtle towards a pre-designed world for benefits sold to us, benefits not for us, the manufactured perfect combination of sugar, fat and by subscription, can we still step back? Can we step back to reveal what the ancients constructed for good reason, even unto this, to read Chesterton’s Fence, invaluable rituals rendered invisible by accretive, tweaked intoxications warping our very perspective because we are picked from the troop one-by-one.
Step back and explore B-YH before you put on what will one-day be your final headset, a face-hugger of blissful solitude delivered by Amazon, made by Oculus, promising Westworld without the train trip - because you won’t know which headset will be your last, sealing your doom.
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This eminent writing Alberto.
It touches on Donald Hoffman’s work on the illusion of reality as a survival, probability-maximizing headset. Psychological research for decades, some benign, some not, revealed the clever tweaks and manipulations capable of changing human perception. Changing perception changes behaviours, actions, and, ultimately, destinies; now at Coke-distribution scale, leveraged by the adaptation of Cialdini’s principles.
I commend you on the flow, cohesion and scope of your writing (first one I read of yours) and where you left it for further essays. Most particularly I commend what you didn’t discuss (deliberately or otherwise) and where you let it end for the reader to ponder. The comments themselves I read as signals.
This prompts me to encourage others to read Byung-Chul Han’s The Disappearance of Rituals. There are other writers armed with (often) form-fit data, but nothing equals his atypical perspective, density, prose, implications, and corrective actions, in my opinion. By all means read the many novels the past ~200 years and plethora of recent non-fiction (some you mention), but they don’t dig deep as to cause, and as to counter.
There yet remains an ancient, ready antidote to the predation of collective human narcissism by narcissistic tech pedlars - the faces presented in lieu of their faceless overlords. As we hurtle towards a pre-designed world for benefits sold to us, benefits not for us, the manufactured perfect combination of sugar, fat and by subscription, can we still step back? Can we step back to reveal what the ancients constructed for good reason, even unto this, to read Chesterton’s Fence, invaluable rituals rendered invisible by accretive, tweaked intoxications warping our very perspective because we are picked from the troop one-by-one.
Step back and explore B-YH before you put on what will one-day be your final headset, a face-hugger of blissful solitude delivered by Amazon, made by Oculus, promising Westworld without the train trip - because you won’t know which headset will be your last, sealing your doom.
Disclosure - no commissions from his work are earned by this comment. 🥸