Imagine 10,000 years in the future. Two archaeologists are digging a site, and they find the remains of human bones. They take those remains to the lab, perform tests on them, and try to reconstruct the habits and lifestyle of that human. Say those bones belong to me. They are trying to find out my story, how I lived, what I ate, where I traveled, etc. Once they find all the info they need, they toss it into a museum where they store all other such ancient human remains they find. I was essentially one data point to them in trying to understand how humanity evolved over time. Or I can also call myself a “datum”, the singular form of data, literally one piece of information to solve a bigger puzzle. Honestly, I don’t need 10,000 years to become a datum. I am already a part of several datasets people use these days to study many things. So for that objective learner, I am already a datum. Now let me get to how I got the dumb part of it. I have had an interesting and eventful life so far...
I woke up today and for some reason I was reminded of this phrase “go gently into the raging night.” I told myself it doesn’t feel right, maybe it is “go raging into the gentle night.” I thought for a while, and couldn’t figure out what was the right phrase, and it drove me nuts. Maybe I do have a gold fish memory. Anyhow I gave up and asked my friend google, and the right phrase was “Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
Excellent, but I feel like this contradicts Aldous Huxley,
who wrote “Lightly, child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly.” This
proves to me that wise people can’t come to an agreement on anything.
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