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Life in the Z-Zone (Programming) by T. Jonathron Remp
In fact, I have a splendiferous* sense of injustice!
Discuss this now (who), we must (us)
When you open a door, did it want to be opened?
When you turn on the radio, did it want to be Chopin'd?
How can you know precisely what an item wants if
it can't convey nor has the faculties to
know or otherwise encode what it wants?
Does a flyer desire the font its printed in?
Does a coin have joy in the alloy its minted in?
Probably not, but that doesn't disprove Panpsychism
(Just try!)
*Definition: Very splendid
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