The most we may hope for are moments of near perfection.
The most we may hope for are moments of near perfection.
Our machines will live and feel far more than us.
Even the greatest, semi-divine, rules of a society are but quaint colloquial conventions to the philosopher.
We could say that all life is functionally mad.
All our theories are really illusions and the best one may hope for is to be the least wrong it is possible to be.
Nothing is perfect except a lie (which is how one knows it is a lie).
Our reasonings are as biological as our emotions.