And the further you fall, the less likely it is that anyone you’ve ever met is falling where you are. This will make you immensely sad. You will visit your parents, and when they ask you about your life you will have two choices. You can either be incomprehensible and see them grow concerned about things you are excited about, or you can talk about surface-level things and cry a little when you are alone at night.
Unless there’s an expectation that interests cannot be more complex then a certain threshold, it doesn’t seem like something to feel sad over?
Past a certain threshold in complexity, due to exponential scaling, there are simply too many possible combinations for more than 1 of 8 billion humans to likely share. As there’s an upper limit to how many discrete thoughts one can have.
Assuming there’s roughly 100 000 nouns in common documented usage, you could probably randomly combine any four in the English language and not find a single human who cares about whatever that refers to, now or ever.
Unless there’s an expectation that interests cannot be more complex then a certain threshold, it doesn’t seem like something to feel sad over?
Past a certain threshold in complexity, due to exponential scaling, there are simply too many possible combinations for more than 1 of 8 billion humans to likely share. As there’s an upper limit to how many discrete thoughts one can have.
Assuming there’s roughly 100 000 nouns in common documented usage, you could probably randomly combine any four in the English language and not find a single human who cares about whatever that refers to, now or ever.
100 000^4 is a very large number after all.