Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep, to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep,
perchance to Dream; aye, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. [...]
Dr. Susan Schneider explores a post-modern version of Shakespeare's Hamlet in a brand new Nautilus article. A must read for everybody doubting Elon Musk's Neuralink plans and other transhumanist ideas on making the human being obsolete. I maintain that mindfulness is our only light at the end of a dark and gloomy tunnel and still ask how 10 billion people can compress the experience of life-long meditation masters into their information overloaded little nutshells.