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Friday 31 May 2013

Stem Cells



"A three-day-old human embryo is a collection of 150 cells called a blastocyst. There are, for the sake of comparison, more than 100,000 cells in the brain of a fly. If our concern is about suffering in this universe, it is rather obvious that we should be more concerned about killing flies than about killing three-day-old human embryos… 

Many people will argue that the difference between a fly and a three-day-old human embryo is that a three-day-old human embryo is a potential human being. Every cell in your body, given the right manipulations, every cell with a nucleus is now a potential human being. Every time you scratch your nose, you’ve committed a holocaust of potential human beings… Let’s say we grant it that every three-day-old human embryo has a soul worthy of our moral concern. 

First of all, embryos at this stage can split into identical twins. Is this a case of one soul splitting into two souls? Embryos at this stage can fuse into a chimera. What has happened to the extra human soul in such a case? This is intellectually indefensible, but it’s morally indefensible given that these notions really are prolonging scarcely endurable misery of tens of millions of human beings, and because of the respect we accord religious faith, we can’t have this dialogue in the way that we should. 

I submit to you that if you think the interests of a three-day-old blastocyst trump the interests of a little girl with spinal cord injuries or a person with full-body burns, your moral intuitions have been obscured by religious metaphysics."

Sam Harris, on stem cell research.


Sunday 19 May 2013

The Proverbs of Hell



In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. 
Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead.
 The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. 
Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by Incapacity. 
He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence.
The cut worm forgives the plow. 
Dip him in the river who loves water. 
A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees. 
He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.

Eternity is in love with the productions of time. 
The busy bee has no time for sorrow. 
The hours of folly are measur'd by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can measure. 
All wholsom food is caught without a net or a trap.
Bring out number weight & measure in a year of dearth. 
No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings. 
A dead body, revenges not injuries. 
The most sublime act is to set another before you. 
If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise. 
Folly is the cloke of knavery. Shame is Prides cloke. 

~ Prisons are built with stones of Law, Brothels with bricks of Religion. 
The pride of the peacock is the glory of God. 
The lust of the goat is the bounty of God. 
The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God. 
The nakedness of woman is the work of God. 
Excess of sorrow laughs. Excess of joy weeps. 
The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword, are portions of eternity too great for the eye of man. 

The fox condemns the trap, not himself. Joys impregnate. 
Sorrows bring forth. 
Let man wear the fell of the lion, woman the fleece of the sheep. 
The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship. 
The selfish smiling fool, & the sullen frowning fool, shall be both thought wise, that they may be a rod. 
What is now proved was once, only imagin'd. 
The rat, the mouse, the fox, the rabbit: watch the roots; the lion, the tiger, the horse, the elephant, watch the fruits. 
The cistern contains; the fountain overflows. 
One thought, fills immensity. 
Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you. 
Every thing possible to be believ'd is an image of truth. 
The eagle never lost so much time, as when he submitted to learn of the crow.

~ The fox provides for himself, but God provides for the lion. 
Think in the morning. 
Act in the noon. 
Eat in the evening. 
Sleep in the night. 
He who has suffer'd you to impose on him knows you. 
As the plow follows words, so God rewards prayers. 
The tygers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction. 
Expect poison from the standing water. 
You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough. 
Listen to the fools reproach! it is a kingly title! 

The eyes of fire, the nostrils of air, the mouth of water, the beard of earth. 
The weak in courage is strong in cunning. 
The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his prey. 
The thankful reciever bears a plentiful harvest. 
If others had not been foolish, we should be so. 
The soul of sweet delight, can never be defil'd. 
When thou seest an Eagle, thou seest a portion of Genius, lift up thy head! 
As the catterpiller chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys. 
To create a little flower is the labour of ages. Damn, braces: Bless relaxes. 
The best wine is the oldest, the best water the newest. 
Prayers plow not! Praises reap not! Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not! 

~ The head Sublime, the heart Pathos, the genitals Beauty, the hands & feet Proportion. 
As the air to a bird of the sea to a fish, so is contempt to the contemptible. 
The crow wish'd every thing was black, the owl, that every thing was white. 
Exuberance is Beauty. 
If the lion was advised by the fox, he would be cunning. 
Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius. 
Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires. 
Where man is not nature is barren. 
Truth can never be told so as to be understood, and not be believ'd.
Enough or Too much.

- William Blake


Thursday 2 May 2013

Creepy Shit Kids Have Said To Their Parents

I for one find it not creepy but insanely hilarious


http://www.sickchirpse.com/creepy-kids/


Unfortunatebirthmark: I was tucking in my two-year-old. He said “Good bye dad.” I said, “No, we say good night.” He said “I know. But this time it’s good bye.” Had to check on him a few times to make sure he was still there.

NotTomPettysGirl: Not to me, but to his grandmother. He was cuddling with her and being very sweet (he was about 3 at the time). He takes her face in his hands, and brings his face close to hers, then tells her that she’s very old, and will die soon. Then he makes a point of looking at the clock.

GatorMcGovern: A friend of mine’s child told him “Daddy, I love you so much that I want to cut your head off and carry it around so I can see your face whenever I want.”

evillawnornament: “Daddy sleep” then pushing my head underwater at the pool.

Thingsimeantobe: My five-year-old at the time had night terrors and would scream in her sleep. One night I said ‘mama’s here it’s okay’. She looked right at me still asleep and screamed ‘mama? But who is that behind you?

jelb32: My five-year-old son asked me last week “what do you see through the black circles in my eyes when you’re controlling me when I’m at school?”

Like_I_was_sayin: My three-year-old daughter stood next to her new born brother and looked at him for awhile then turned and looked at me and said, “Daddy it’s a monster. We should bury it.”

abluesxs: I jokingly asked: “What’s the best way to get a girlfriend?” 7-year-old’s response: “Tell her to be my girlfriend or she’ll never see her parents again.”

psalm_69: I was sound asleep, and at around 6am I was woken up by my 4-year-old daughter’s face inches from mine. She looked right into my eyes and whispered, “I want to peel all your skin off”.

olafthebent: “So I shouldn’t throw him in the fire?” 3-year-old daughter holding her baby brother for the first time.

Lord_Of_Hosts: “My 3-year-old son generally has a happy-go-lucky attitude, so this is pretty odd. Sometimes when he’s cuddling with his mommy, he’ll say, very seriously, “Mom, I promise I won’t ever chew on your bones. I promise.” Absolutely no idea where he got this.”

I-Am-Not-Jesus: “My daughter told me she wanted to live with me and my wife forever. She’s 17″

Narcberry:  “Kid (4 year old): I want a cupcake

Me: No.

Kid: I want a cupcake, please?

Me: No.

Kid: Whispers If you give me a cupcake I wont cut your neck”

Nilliak: “While not something my own child has said, my younger cousin (around 5 at the time) once drew a picture of a a black monster, looked up at me, and said “He told me to draw this. He’s coming for you. You better hide.”

hasnfefr: “My son (about 6) asked my mother to lay down on her stomach, then he sat on her butt and started bouncing up and down and proclaimed, “Now we’re mating like reptiles!” Thanks Discovery Channel!”