The Path of the Warrior of Science.
Today, he's that awkward, quiet nerd everyone loves to ignore. Tomorrow? He's the one curing your grandma Margaret's colon cancer.
You might adore the 80s—the disco, the big hair, the glorious metal riffs—but guess what?
They didn't have Dostarlimab. That's a drug currently being tested as a potentially 100% effective treatment for colorectal cancer. Yeah, it's still undergoing trials, but these are the kinds of updates we like, right? They ring like bells of change—sounding off the arrival of something Religion and Magic always promised but never delivered:
A real chance.
I remember reading a book once about a guy who just lived his quiet little life, following every bit of scientific news he could find. He was just waiting for the moment science would reach the threshold where immortality might finally be possible.
And in the end? It worked out for him.
And funny thing—without noticing, I became like that too. Sure, the book had an impact. But honestly, it was Fear that really got me moving. Hand in hand with it, I dived headfirst into the world of scientific knowledge, trying to figure out what's working and what's probably just snake oil. What might give us results fast—and what might take a few centuries.
That mindset really clicked for me. I'm not the kind of person who just accepts things as they are. Once, I had a chat with ChatGPT (yes, that one), and it suggested I go to therapy to help cope with the agonizing thought of "inevitable" death and aging. And you know what?
I gave it, like, two seconds of thought and realized:
Cognitive Behavioral Therapy ain't exactly helping me unlock the secrets of eternal youth.
Sure, therapy is good. It helps people survive grief and loss, calm the storms inside. Beautiful stuff, no sarcasm.
But me?
I don't need soothing words.
I want action.
I don't wanna be told that the road ends. I want to think about how to keep walking. And in that sense, therapy feels like it's just asking you to unclench and go with the flow—straight toward the end credits.
That's not progress. That's stagnation.
So yeah, therapy wasn't for me. I kept digging through the thorns of this bizarre Knowledge Universe—trying to figure out what's promising and what should be tossed in the bin.
And you know what? The list I came up with... it's not short.