If it's all you've known, then it's still bliss -- it's just life.
Imagine there was a planet, not too far from ours, that was inhabited by humans that didn't age, never got ill, never did harm towards others, we satisfied with their lives, and lived in harmony with one another -- wanting for nothing. I'm sure comparing that to our "First World" would lead any intellectually honest person to conclude we're living in a hellscape -- something so horrid it would be sardonic to even call it "Third World."
Good thing that doesn't exist; otherwise, we'd be facing a whole new type of existential dread.
I have only seen "revolutionized" used in the context of commerce and industry. Whether the procession of such is negative or positive is subjective to one's own taste.
I think what you just stated is a negative. The net benefit is material, at the cost of everything incorporeal.
> their culture is concerned solely with matters that fall within direct personal experience, and thus there is no history beyond living memory.
> one of the strongest Pirahã values is no coercion; you simply don't tell other people what to do.
> There appears to be no social hierarchy; the Pirahã have no formal leaders. Their social system is similar to that of many other hunter-gatherer bands in the world, although rare in the Amazon because of a history of horticulture before Western contact
> They take naps of 15 minutes to, at the most, two hours throughout the day and night, and rarely sleep through the night.
> The concept of drawing is alien to them and when asked to draw a person, animal, tree, or river, the result is simple lines.[7] However, on seeing a novelty such as an airplane, a child may make a model of it, which may be soon discarded.
> According to Everett, the Pirahã have no concept of a supreme spirit or god,[9] and they lost interest in Jesus when they discovered that Everett had never seen him. They require evidence based on personal experience for every claim made.[
> Everett states that it has no relative clauses or grammatical recursion. Everett points out that there is recursion of ideas: that in a story, there may be subordinate ideas inside other ideas.
> Pirahã has one of the simplest sound systems known. Yet it possesses such a complex array of tones, stresses, and syllable lengths that its speakers can dispense with their vowels and consonants altogether and sing, hum, or whistle conversations."
> Daniel L. Everett, on the other hand, argues that the Pirahã are cognitively capable of counting; they simply choose not to do so.
> The language may have no unique words for colors, contradicting Berlin and Kay's hypothesis on the universality of color-naming. There are no unanalyzable root words for color; the recorded color words are all compounds like mii sai[6] or bii sai, "blood-like," indicating that colors in the language are adjectival comparisons that are not consistently applied.
And then finally:
> Adoption of western culture
> A 2012 documentary called The Grammar of Happiness which aired on the Smithsonian Channel, reported that a school had been opened for the Pirahã community where they learn Portuguese and mathematics. According to FUNAI the school is the responsibility of the Ministry of Education of Brazil.[10] In addition to a formal school being introduced to the culture, the documentary also reported that the Brazilian government installed a modern medical clinic, electricity and television in the remote area.
Truly, the West subsumes all cultures it comes into contact with.
There is no hope in trying to progress further, because it's like grinding two mis-matched gears together, to generate torque: all you're doing is forcing things that are not meant to be.
Had 2 backups (1 SD card, 1 HDD) for my "Document" folder.
I was trying to replace my GRUB MBR bootloader for REFind's EFI so I could dualboot on a new laptop (and swap-in my old one's SSD without having to reinsall the whole system: Arch). Unfortunately, the boot partition was too small, and needed to be re-sized from 512MB to 1GB. Foolishly, and in a rush, I thought using gparted to change the partition boundaries (shrink the root partition by 512MB from the beginning, and stretch the boot partition to 1GB from the end) was the answer.
I completely forgot that EXT4 has a superblock at the beginning, so now it was gone, and the root partition was completely unmountable -- and fsck was of no use.
So I scramble to find my backups (to decide whether or not I should figure out how to fix this), and realize that tiny little SD card was missing, and my HDD backup was completely unmountable.
Truly, a major fuck-up.
Thankfully, I didn't write anything to the boot partition, so throwing a Hail Mary and simply resizing the partitions back to their exact original sizes (thankfully x2 my TTS history was useful), allowed the root drive to mount without a hitch.
I was close to losing all of my KeepPassXC passwords and private keys due to shear idiocy.
In the end, I set up "cloud" backups (second storage media type, and long and far away), switched to Debian, and continued on my merry way.
A cynical take would be that currently there are enough emotional outlets for one to feel like one is actually making change, rather than actually making change, that no "real" shift will ever happen.
Assuming there is a way to catalyze real change, how would you even get enough people to buy-in, and why would they? If there are an endless amount of emotional "fixes" to the feeling of "something is wrong, I am uncomfortable with the way things appear, I should do something" -- that also have an almost zero-cost to doing, but create no tangible change -- why would anyone try something "different," when what they have already is able to regain emotional homeostasis?
The only reason I can think of is a rare moral fiber, that pushes one to do what is uncomfortable; which in the end is still the same thing: fulfilling an emotional need (e.g. I would be a deadbeat coward for willfully deluding myself that any other path is anything but emotional masturbation, so I should do what I can to avoid feeling like so).
What are your thoughts on my notions? Do you have any hope? Or is this simply a tragedy that one needs to accept, and keep on moving forward.
We're slaves to our dopamine reward system.
It's like injecting someone with heroin constantly for years on end and telling them: "you can leave anytime."