Sure you may have saved hundreds of lives, but your essays feature too few obscure literary references, you monstrous, pathetic excuse for a human being.
Effective Altruists, then, know the price of everything and the value of nothing. In the words of C. S. Lewis’s criticism of anti-monarchists, they are people who view stones in a line as better than those in an arch. Heir apparant to Bentham’s reductive credo, they aspire to prize apart the rib cage of eudaimonia to feast on its entrails of utilty.
When I see them casually dismiss poetry, the opera, the Iliad, the School of Athens, as outrageous luxuries instead of funging them into varying increments of common utility, to be sacrified if expedient to satisfy items lower on Maslow’s hierarchy, I feel like the character in Plato’s famous cave metaphor, returning to the prisoners still shackled in the wall, obsessed with the procession of the shadows. The human condition demands more of us all than to chase these silmucrula of a moral life.
Sure you may have saved hundreds of lives, but your essays feature too few obscure literary references, you monstrous, pathetic excuse for a human being.
Ur doin’ it wrong, bro. Try:
Effective Altruists, then, know the price of everything and the value of nothing. In the words of C. S. Lewis’s criticism of anti-monarchists, they are people who view stones in a line as better than those in an arch. Heir apparant to Bentham’s reductive credo, they aspire to prize apart the rib cage of eudaimonia to feast on its entrails of utilty.
When I see them casually dismiss poetry, the opera, the Iliad, the School of Athens, as outrageous luxuries instead of funging them into varying increments of common utility, to be sacrified if expedient to satisfy items lower on Maslow’s hierarchy, I feel like the character in Plato’s famous cave metaphor, returning to the prisoners still shackled in the wall, obsessed with the procession of the shadows. The human condition demands more of us all than to chase these silmucrula of a moral life.