Yesterday I realized that I think about solipsism very often. I think that I cling to the idea that life is one and that this historical passage is universal for all incarnations. I feel there’s nothing to be found in science except for space travel and the evolution of cyborgs. So that will be it for the next 40 years, if I survive… So yesterday I was listening to a lesson about the pre-historical period of humanity and found out that humans have millions of years of history, but Homo sapiens only about 40,000 years of history… I really can’t understand such huge numbers. I think that a person, even during a 30-year lifespan (as was before), could have invented seed growing and animal domestication within a single lifetime. Yet scientists say there were millions of years of evolution. In moments like this, I feel this information is like a bug on the prism of my solipsism, very close, like in The Matrix. And in this bug, all the people around me somehow believe it and don’t doubt it.
I’m studying a social psychology course now, the psychology of groups… it says that group members tend to rate members of their own group higher than members of other groups.
I think the secret to success might be in rating yourself lower, not higher.
Our galaxy is a spiral disk, full of billions of stars, all swirling around a supermassive black hole. Stars form and die within the great crashing spiral arms, orbiting with the entire Milky Way for billions of years – an ongoing dance of creation and destruction, written deeply into the fabric of the Universe itself. Brian Cox
