It’s all fun and games until someone takes a fun idea, an uber-geek idea of quantum realities as an awesome sci-fi tactic to let your favorite characters change personalities (think Spock and Kirk or Sisko), and fucks it all up by positing that we don’t really die cuz there are other quantum yous. Uh, eventually they die, dumbass. And dead is pretty much fucking dead to this quantum reality, so it really doesn’t fucking matter if you have other quantum realities. You’re still dead here and your family’s still hurting.
And biocentrism is really fucking stupid. Period. I don’t care how sexy Chopra sounds, and close your eyes: listen to that voice and feel yourself tingle. Lanzo looks like a cheap porn star selling day old condoms. I’ll keep Chopra; he may be full of shit, but it’s mystical magical shit, but Lanzo’s leading scientist horse shit and his sleazy snake oil salesman style, well, no. No woo for me. not from him.
Chopra, I’ll just listen to the sound of his voice and ignore the content, thank you very much. We can align our chakras all day long.
**And that, my friends, is what an exotic accent and mumbo-jumbo woo all mystically stated in that lovely accent will get you: a woman unabashedly anti-woo saying she knows it’s horse shit, believes it’s horseshit, ain’t buying any of it, but will listen to a man with a sexy exotic accent try to sell it and enjoy herself. No harm in listening, right?**
Undoubtedly, in some quantum reality, there’s somebody who thinks a Jersey accent is irrestibly sexy.
**** Deepak Chopra **** If the google alert thingy works, you’ll see this post. 🙂 I’m one of those skeptics that you wrote about at Huff recently.