Charlie Stross on Nostr: My answer to the baby/parachute problem: I pull my ripcord and let the baby die. Its ...
My answer to the baby/parachute problem:
I pull my ripcord and let the baby die.
Its god—if they exist—will know their own so the baby goes to heaven ("Caedite eos. Novit enim Dominus qui sunt eius").
If its god doesn't exist—well, baby's trying to blackmail me into insanity, so fuck you, baby.
(That's the exact same reply I'd give an adult evangelist who pulled this stunt: *they* chose to die on that hill, I didn't impose this choice on them. NB: I may be flying my ASD freak flag here.)
I pull my ripcord and let the baby die.
Its god—if they exist—will know their own so the baby goes to heaven ("Caedite eos. Novit enim Dominus qui sunt eius").
If its god doesn't exist—well, baby's trying to blackmail me into insanity, so fuck you, baby.
(That's the exact same reply I'd give an adult evangelist who pulled this stunt: *they* chose to die on that hill, I didn't impose this choice on them. NB: I may be flying my ASD freak flag here.)