I have one certainty: we can all agree on what is a prime number with limited risk of confusion or misinterpretation.
Outside of that, I do what I can, as hard as I can, as well as I think I can. Like all of us, and , I have a recent – less than a million-year-old – neocortex, unlike some other mammals for more than 25 Mio years, that was used to craft weapons and tools with our hands to shape our environment. It had limited focus on nurturing complex communication patterns to effectively convey emotions, empathy, or knowledge.
Are we that smart? Really? Well, than something went terribly wrong some 0,5 Mio years ago, as all big brain mamals elephants, whales, orcas, have females leading the groups. We do not, with the glorious past and fantastic situation we have today.
I was born in the economically thriving (at least in the western world) early 60’s , formated by a deep seek for freedom, controversy and irony, raised in an intellectually challenging women driven environment, enchanted by Curwood, London, Vernes, nourished by punk-rock culture, Kerouac, Tolkien, Nietzsche, by mythologies rather than by religion, by reading and spending days in forests rather that by screens or TV, intellectually structured by physics, law and business. I was, and still am, a “no passaran” type of guy, stupidity, bossy morons and injustice still outrage me. Big time.