Jay Matthews

The march of the world is leading toward collectivity

It’s hard to write notes that are worth developing over time . These principles help: ( the below are all linked notes and concepts)

It was a cycle of numbers, push, numbers, not good enough, “coaching”, push, change, commission, percentages, tick back to zero, rinse, repeat. There was no space for the human. No space for deep thinkers, for empathy, for art, for creativity, i.e. the things that I considered important.

In contrast, when people live in close social networks they are more likely to seek space than intimate dialogue. When three generations live under one roof, everyone knows his place; the family members are more apt to abide by rules of formality that ensure privacy and discretion. Though much is shared, everyone gets to stake a claim on something... See more

In this age of utopian technologies, we can design mechanical limbs for amputees and chemically engineer happiness for depressives. But should we? From the fluoride in our water to genetically modified babies, scientific advances pose complex new ethical questions. We ask discuss the major bioethical issues of our time. Is philosophy braced for... See more

 I look at it, certainly, inside relationships and how we reconcile these two fundamental needs that often spring from different sources and pull us in different directions. And I also think that love and desire belong, a little bit, to both of these sets of human needs, as well. So they relate, and they also conflict. And herein lies the mystery

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With children and with works of art, there’s no recipe that will take the place of dwelling alongside and knitting your beings together. There’s no success or failure, pride or disappointment, that will justify or invalidate those years of dwelling.

A community built blueprint to help new people, a sort of Web3 Wiki for onboarding. Featuring:

Grief is love. How can we hold this grief without holding each other? To bear witness to this moment of undoing is to find the strength and spiritual will to meet the dark and smoldering landscapes where we live. We can cry.