One of the greatest American cities is little more than a skeleton of its former self. Right now it's a zombie lumbering along, too tired to even eat brains. But a little mental power is what it needs.
Sometimes finding ways to motivate you involve doing things you might call cheating. But is it really cheating to use a cane if you need some help walking? I think not.
Is there a level of complexity beyond calculation? If so, then how can it be said our lives, and all the actions they contain, are little more than a simple unfolding? I think I might be getting closer to something.
The past is more fluid than we like to think, it changes quite often. Not in the way you might be thinking. I can't un-eat a breakfast, or un-run a red light. But there are things that can change.
I can't shake the feeling that the debate between free will and determinism isn't as simple as it seems. But maybe it is? I'm having a tough time with this one.
An unwillingness to adopt new ideas does not mean you haven't changed--you have. You might not have changed in ways other people appreciate, but, like it or not, you're not the same person today as you were yesterday.
Should we impose our will--our opinions--on others and nature? It depends on what your will on opinion is.