I would've used "Willpower" as my username, but that was already taken, so I settled for "Willforce". But why, you ask, would I want to call myself such things? Because I think willpower well represents my philosophy: humanism, tempered with the knowledge that we are very much fallible. The human intellect is a marvelous thing, but it can easily fall prey to prejudice and passion; in a sense, the exercise of willpower— that is, conscious resistance against the animal parts of our mind that threaten to derail our intelligence— is the most human act possible.

So, in case you couldn't tell, I'm one of these guys. At the same time, though, I'm actually pretty cynical. I consider ideas and hypotheses worthless and senseless until shown to be otherwise, and though I have a high opinion of the human race as a whole, I have a dim view of human nature. Moreover, I am not kindly disposed towards hedonism. It's not that I don't believe in ever having any fun (indeed, why else would I be on Everything?), it's just that I frown upon those who have no higher ambitions whatsoever. Our desire for entertainment, like all of our emotions, is only there to keep us surviving and reproducing, surviving and reproducing, over and over— like animals. We're animals, true, but we've got something very special that no other animal has: sentience. Don't you think that's at least worth taking advantage of?

You might as well wonder, then, what my own "higher ambitions" are. My goal in life is to find life's meaning. Not to say that there is necessarily a real reason we're alive, or that anything in this big 'ol universe exists, but the way the human mind works, we can't quite comprehend the idea of something simply existing for no reason. How can there be an effect without a cause? So, I'd like to get the human race to either

1. find the meaning of life, or
2. fully understand how life (or anything else, for that matter) can be meaningless.

1. become more intelligent (on a fundamental, neurological level— cybernetics probably wouldn't do it; we'd need some very fancy genetic engineering, at least), or
2. fully understand our current intelligence, so that we could get at what precisely keeps us from understanding the concept of meaninglessness.

Hm... that's a whole lot of intellectualizing, eh? Let us turn to more frivolous things. Here's something you probably didn't know about me: I'm albino. No, I don't have white hair and pink eyes— it's not that severe— but I do have a permanent level of nearsightedness that my glasses can't help with. Yeah, it's a bummer. I can never read those stupid menus on the wall behind the counter in delis and pizza places. (Not to mention street signs; I live in Manhattan.) But, I got time-and-a-half on the SAT, so along with my natural knack for academia I got a score of 800/700/770. Not too bad, right?

Anyway! When I'm not philosophizing or trying in vain to read small type from far away, I spend an awful lot of time on the computer:

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And here's my JAPH, for what it's worth. The standard of cleverness for these things is beyond my skills, so I guess my JAPH is nothing to be proud of, but I like it anyway.

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