manupraat, runaat ar cilveekiem, kas neizjuut empaatiju, ir aptuveni kaa runaat ar to datorprogrammu Eliza. kind of fun, but disappointing waste of time. kad man bija kaadi 14 gadi, es atceros, kaa viens mans it-savy klasesbiedrs man iedeva disketi ar to programmu, un tad es stundaam seedeeju un sarakstiijos ar Elizu, meegjinaadama izdomaat visaadus sarezhgjiitus psihologjiskus jautaajumus, lai paarliecinaatos, vai tajaa programmaa ir jebkaada human cognition dzirksteliite, bet vienmeer vienmeer atduuros kaa pret sienu. liidziigi vareetu buut, es iedomaajos, sarunaajoties, ar cilveekiem, kuru smadzenes vai nu nespeej vispaar piedziivot empaatijas juutas vai atrodas empaatijas spektra minimaalaakajaa daljaa. es redzu cik izmisiigi, vinji staigaa apkaart un uguniigi konstruee visaadas praata konstrukcijas, kas speetu demonstreet sapratni, vai driizaak justifyot sapratnes truukumu, bet shis empaatijas melnais caurums ir kliedzoshs, un Eliza paliek Eliza, different species. and it leaves me utterly puzzled, how much humanity is in these people, how do i approach them, how do i preserve my humanity when approaching them?

dazhreiz es piekjeru sevi, ka mana empaatija kaut kur aizsliid aiz redzesloka, bet tas parasti notiek tikai uz mazu briidi un tad gollum gollum es atkal piesleedzos, vai arii pat the most subtle krekshkjiitis no sarunbiedra puses par to kaa mana empaatija ir apputeejusi, un man tad raiti jaasteidz spodrinaat, vannot, noriiveet ar raupju linu dvieli, iesmarzhinaat ar lavandu un nolikt goda vietaa empaatiju, un pateikties cilveekam, kas man aizraadiija

mani biezhi nomoka jautaajums, cik lielaa meeraa tieshi cilveeku smadzenju fiziskais setaps ir vainiigs pie nespeejas izjust empaatiju, un cik tas ir irreversible, vai arii vinjiem taa vienkaarshi ir ljoti apputeejusi, totaali sasalusi, vai bailiigi sleepjas aiz spiitiiga, aizvainota, saapinaata, dusmiiga, njirdzosha, disassociated ego.

veel es veeleejos sheit ielikt Lenarda Koena liriku, kas manupraat, atspoguljo manu sajuutu par sho 2016. gadu preciizi. es no vinja peedeejaa albuuma it sevishkji jutu, ka vinjsh ir ruugti viilies dievaa un pasaulee, un pazaudeetaa miilestiibaa. es ceru, ka vinjsh tagad ir nokljuvis paarpasauliigi kolosaalaa paradiizes galaktiskajaa daarzaa, kur dreifee mirdzoshas nebulas, un kur vinjam paar silto vaidzinju rit asarinja kaa dzidra dimanta peerliite, jo vinjsh beizot redz dievinju, un vinja roku savaa karstajaa plaukstaa tur marianna, kameer vinji abi kopaa ar enjgjeljiem un visaam paareejaam debesu butneem sildaas speecinoshaa un visaptveroshaa miilestiibaa

If you are the dealer, I'm out of the game
If you are the healer, it means I'm broken and lame
If thine is the glory then mine must be the shame
You want it darker
We kill the flame

Magnified, sanctified, be thy holy name
Vilified, crucified, in the human frame
A million candles burning for the help that never came
You want it darker

Hineni, hineni
I'm ready, my lord

There's a lover in the story
But the story's still the same
There's a lullaby for suffering
And a paradox to blame
But it's written in the scriptures
And it's not some idle claim
You want it darker
We kill the flame

They're lining up the prisoners
And the guards are taking aim
I struggled with some demons
They were middle class and tame
I didn't know I had permission to murder and to maim
You want it darker

Hineni, hineni
I'm ready, my lord

Magnified, sanctified, be thy holy name
Vilified, crucified, in the human frame
A million candles burning for the love that never came
You want it darker
We kill the flame

If you are the dealer, let me out of the game
If you are the healer, I'm broken and lame
If thine is the glory, mine must be the shame
You want it darker

Hineni, hineni
Hineni, hineni
I'm ready, my lord