It’s crazy to me that every optimist talks about “going to the stars” as the A+ perfect future scenario
The universe supports qualia, experience, the only natural resource that inherently matters. We can shape that resource how we wish. What matters is what it’s like to be alive
We’re trying to safely, slowly find our way around every square inch of our consciousness, and, sensitively, work through every jagged subroutine, every shitty memory, every unnecessary bit of clenching and grasping we locate.