I disdain this kind of cynical scoffing nihilism where every higher concept is c

—I disdain this kind of cynical scoffing nihilism where every higher concept is considered a lie or fairy tale. “Art? Beauty? These are just conceits.” The ideological materialist has to really strain trying to get the human square into the Darwinian hole. It’s ironically absurd.”—

There is zero difficulty ‘squaring’ human existence with physics. It’s not absurd at all. Its tediously simple. Art and Beauty are also trivial to explain. To say that knowing alone denies us the emotional rewards of loading and framing is certain. But not inexplicable.

Truth Proper provides agency, while comforting falsehoods, no matter how enjoyable merely make us feel false satisfaction for failing to create agency.

All of our narrative fantasies are just human bird song: the attempt to attract status, friends, and mates, with promise of distractions from a reality in which they cannot compete.