Sometimes there's nothing worse than being proved correct.
How come there's a Nobel prize for economics, but not for psychology?
I really ought to re-read, and read more, Spinoza.
If false memories are as easy to implant as research implies, why can't we all be given them so that we can look back on a time when we at least seemed to be happy?
Why are some things apparently obvious after the fact, and others not?
I read today that it takes about 50 years for sciences to significantly alter their paradigms because that's how long a research career lasts. Would conceptual advances be speeded up by culling scientists early?
*sigh* Time to take much more morphine. Sometimes 80mg of morphine is a sledgehammer, and sometimes a snowflake. How much longer before I'm gulping fifties like I do twenties now? I used to think that twenty was a lot. Some of it's tolerance, yes, but some of it is definitely that when the pain's bad, it's a damn sight worse than it used to be. Still, my mobility is on the whole so much better than it was four years ago, I'm almost content to see the increasing, but well-managed, pain as a beneficial tradeoff. I won't say that I shouldn't complain - that would be completely stupid, because this isn't something I'd wish on anyone, not even the people who've hurt me most - but all in all I do have it pretty bloody good, don't I?
Thank you. You all make me glad to be alive.