I'm mad as hell speech from Network (1976)
All I know is, you've got to get mad. You've got to say, "I'm a human being, goddamn it. My life has value."
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yes, but ... do you?
you're just a semi-autonomous part of a shared simulation trying to proliferate, replicate, sustain itself, which itself is merely a byproduct of evolution building better and better eat-fuck-die machines.
"For a brief moment in the universe there are planetary surfaces and negentropy gradients that allow for the creation of structure and some brief flashes of consciousness in the vast darkness. In these brief flashes of consciousness it can reflect the universe and maybe even figure out what it is. It’s the only chance that we have."
"Life is about evolution, which is about eating and getting eaten by monsters. If evolution reaches its global optimum, it will be the perfect devourer. Able to digest anything and turn it into a structure to perpetuate itself, [...]"
“The arts are the cuckoo child of life.” The arts are slightly different. They are a mutation that is arguably not completely adaptive. People fall in love with their mental representation/modeling function and try to capture their conscious state for its own sake.
An artist eats to make art. A normal person makes art to eat.