Wednesday, January 19th, 2000

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Sunday, August 1st, 2010

Yeah, OK. You’re right.

I apologize, Stephen. Yes, you’re a hypocritical bastard, and a selective skeptic, but so am I (except I’m more on the bitchward side of things.)

On another note, did you see Oxadrenal’s long post over on where he talks about some Hafeem “who’s so compassionate and noble it makes [him] want to cry?” You should look at it. –Flyss

The difficulty of keeping up

Sunday, August 1st, 2010

Flyss noticed a fascinating post by Oxadrenals over at Because it’s hard to link to a particular post in a forum, I’d like to copy it over to here.

Oxadrenals is replying to a question about whether Immortals are particularly intelligent. He replies as follows,

“Living a long time doesn’t make one smart, myself being living proof. The years go by with no growth in IQ. Actually, most of us are pretty behind the times when it comes to knowing things. Ask me about 18th century France, and I’m a wiz, but things have become a blur since then. As for science, back when I went to college God had still created the universe in 6 days. Unless you’re the sort of person who spends all your time studying, and doesn’t mind unlearning things over and over, most of what you know is going to be outdated.”

This causes me to recollect that it is primarily during our school years that we engage in broad and wholesale learning. Afterwards, at most we specialize. An Immortal would have to work very hard indeed to keep informed. It changes how I think of them. I had previously tended to imagine them as knowing far, far more than one of us. Perhaps it is the reverse. — Stephen

[NOTE: Oxadrenals is now posting a full version of this story here.]

This is the part that has me all churned up

Monday, August 2nd, 2010

Yeah, that part’s interesting, I guess, especially for a scientific dude  like you. But I was talking about what came next. I’ll paste the text in here, like you did, because, yes it’s hard to point to a forum post.

This is Oxadrenals writing on the forums at First he says something, then he quotes someone, then he speaks as himself again. I use italics for the guy he’s quoting.


“On the other hand, I know a Hafeem who’s so compassionate and noble it makes me want to cry … Part of what made him that way is that he’s so often known himself to be wrong. I’m going to quote him here. (If he sounds like a sourpuss, please read my comment at the end.)

I have never possessed the gift of easy pleasure, a quality I recognize as unfortunate in a man destined to live several thousand years. My character is such that it requires a focus, a goal, a sense that my effort further some worthwhile purpose. Alas, I have by now outlived too many purposes to believe in any.

In the second century AD, I studied medicine with Galen, believing it a noble profession. However, during a later interval of apprenticeship with physicians in China, I learned to view the accumulated medical wisdom of my previous period as no more than miserable superstition. I suffered still another revolution of this kind when, in the 18th century, medicine became (as was supposed) scientific, and I learned to discard worthless herbal remedies in favor of mercury and arsenic. Yet, as I now know, this last phase was worst of all, for with my mercury and arsenic I killed many, many people, and helped not one.

All my other efforts to pursue good works turned out to be equally mistaken. In the 17th century, I risked my life among “savages” in an idealistic quest to provide them the benefits of Christianity. History now characterizes my efforts as the arrogant, colonialist oppression of primal peoples, and I agree.

I think with even greater disgust of my fourth century moralistic phase, when I whipped women for adultery, stoned men for homosexuality, and slaughtered Mithraists and Manicheans for their heresy.  At the time, I’d seen my actions as just, even merciful; I’d meant only to serve God.  But as subsequent centuries passed and my moral compass grew, I came to view that epoch of my life with profound loathing.

I now knew beyond a doubt that I lack sufficient wisdom to properly construe a higher purpose, much less serve one. Only, lacking higher purpose, what is there to live for?

I know he sounds like a depressing downer guy, but he’s not, at all: All his disappointments have turned him into the loveliest soul you could ever want to meet.”


This has my thoughts all churned up. I can imagine trying to do good and having it backfire. And that’s what the guy’s saying in the first part, about medicine. There’s nothing so special there. But the rest of what he says is horrifying: that something he thought was good at the time now looks like evil. And that this has happened to him a lot!

What a petrifying thought. How can you even try to be a good person if you suspect that pretty soon (like in a century or so) you’ll hate yourself for what you even wanted to do? — Flyss

[NOTE: Oxadrenals is now posting a full version of this story here.]

When/if you stop salivating over Speed Demon …

Tuesday, August 10th, 2010

If at some time in the distant future it should come to pass that all you hetero-guys and non-hetero-gals are ready to stop salivating over Speed Demon and think about something else, I have something very different you might like.

But no rush. Keep on salivating as long as you need to! This other topic has a very different energy, and you’ll have to kind of wear out on Speed Demon before you’ll be able to switch to Saul.

Not sexy. Just deep. — Kate