[b]Jodie Foster
It’s very hard for me to get a new car. It’s really hard for me to get a new house. It’s really hard for me to move on from the things that give me stability. [/b]
This is definitely a real thing.
Look, it’s terrible, I know, but weakness really, really bugs me, to the point that if there is a wounded bird on the sidewalk, I look at it and I go: I think I’ll just kick it.
A line from a film, perhaps?
I fantasize about having a manual job where I can come home at night, read a book and not feel responsible for what will happen the next day.
My guess: She’s never actually had one.
There are 400 billion stars out there, just in our galaxy alone. If just one out of a million of those had planets, and just one in a million of those had life, and just one out of a million of those had intelligent life, there would be literally millions of civilizations out there.
In a word: Contact.
There is no doubt that each of us is born an individual. Why is it then that so many of us die carbon copies?
Objectivism?
Cruelty might be very human and very cultural, but it is not acceptable and it is not an option.
Let’s explain why this makes no sense.