I appreciate the unknown in existence: how much there is to know that I never will — but do I ever take a moment to reflect on how little I know of what lies ahead even in my own life? I don't know what I will become, what values I will assume or how their application will change. The future me might be a total stranger that's totally opposed to everything I stand for now, and yet I live my life as if I am in control of him, of who I will be in the future. It's really just a mystery: I'm merely passing on the torch to my next self, because I have no choice. I admit to myself that I must expand my perspective, and yet, I seem to assume that my perspective will always be the same. I did not take into account how much really changes about me over the years. There's still room for much growth, and who I will be in ten years is as foreign to me as being an adult would be to a baby. I am not fully grown. I'm only just starting to develop. Genetics left off at 18, perhaps, but I continue the process of development, by tweaking this and that part of my organism, through thought, through diet, through supplements, through meditation, through exercise, through adventure. It may be something unprecedented, but a lot of things in our time are. I can't be the only one that's going through this process. Something is calling us, driving us onwards. We're already feeling the first pull of the Singularity, just at the edge of our perception.
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