Ego is a Latin word meaning “I“, cognate with the Greek “Εγώ (Ego)” meaning “I”, often used in English to mean the “self”, “identity” or other related concepts.
– according to Wikipedia, that is. I always thought it was from Greek. never mind.
Selfishness is a virtue, I tell you, and the intellect is sacred. Oh, I do love my body, but it is still naught but a temple for my mind 🙂
Why so high today? Because I finally, finally managed to model quark stars with an equation of state I myself, i.e. my brain, derived in QCD (quantum chromodynamics)
The reward was of course running. – Running away from the slight possibility that I had just imagined whatever was on my computer screen, and that the actual message was “nil is not a number” – and also running because it is so damn healthy and right now I mus prolong this wonderful, intermediate experience called life:)
By the way, we had an interesting discussion one of these days, regarding the difference between jealousy and envy.
Jealousy is an emotion and typically refers to the negative thoughts and feelings of insecurity, fear, and anxiety over an anticipated loss of something that the person values, particularly in reference to a human connection.
Jealousy often consists of a combination of presenting emotions such as anger, resentment, inadequacy, helplessness and disgust. It is not to be confused with envy.
Eifersucht is eine Leidenschaft, die mit Eifer sucht, was Leiden schaft.
Yet, in my humble opinion, pity is still the worst feeling there is
He had never felt this before—not when Henry Cameron
collapsed in the office at his feet, not when he saw Steven
Mallory sobbing on a bed before him. Those moments had
been clean. But this was pity—the complete awareness of a
man without worth or hope, this sense of finality, of the not
to be redeemed. There was shame in this feeling—his own
shame that he should have to pronounce such a judgment
upon a man, that he should know an emotion that contained
no shred of respect. This was pity, he thought, and then he
lifted his head in wonder. He thought that there must be
something terribly wrong with a world in which this monstrous
feeling is called a virtue. The Fountainhead (631–32)
Well then, off to the gym. Come run with me tomorrow morning, about 7 o’clock