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Dragons
{Scene: A cozy library lined with leather-bound books. Jordan Peterson and Richard Dawkins sit across from each other in large armchairs. A fireplace crackles behind them. Peterson wears a look of intense seriousness; Dawkins looks mildly skeptical but intrigued.] Jordan Peterson: Well, you see, Richard, the dragon is real. Not in the sense of flesh…
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Tulsa King
Scene: A smoky, dimly lit Oklahoma bar. Sylvester Stallone and Taylor Sheridan, cowboy hat and all, sit across from each other, kicking around ideas for Tulsa King Stallone: Alright, picture this: I’m a retired mobster, right? Everyone’s scared. I walk into a bar, bam, punches start flyin’. Next thing you know, I’m running the joint.…
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Aurora and Tithonus
Imagine Tithonus, old Tithonus, sagging in skin and brittle in bone, trapped by Aurora’s misguided gift. Eternal life in a prison of withered flesh. Time turns, decades blur, but his body crawls forward in slow decay. And Aurora, still young, still radiant, like an eternal ad on the highway for some elixir of beauty, unchanging,…
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Philosophy is the Original Technology
If I were to expand on this, I’d say it’s like watching engineers attempting to construct a building but stopping at the scaffolding. Philosophy, after all, is the original technology. It’s the underlying framework that got us thinking about thinking. But most engineers don’t go beyond the surface—content with the Microcontroller Unit, that simple, mechanical,…
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Disclaimer
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Harder To Fix
INT. CONFERENCE ROOM – DAY A group of young software engineers, fresh-faced and idealistic, sit around a sleek, glass table in a high-rise office overlooking a nameless, sprawling city. They exchange glances, uncertain. At the head of the table, PETER COYOTE leans back in his chair, a wise yet weary expression on his face. He…
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Our Town
The bus wheezed to a stop on the edge of a town that didn’t seem to exist on any map I’d ever seen. The paint was peeling off every wall, and the street signs looked like they’d been stolen from a historical reenactment village. In fact, everything here had a worn-out, mock-serious look to it,…
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Have a Cigar
Scene: Dimly lit record label office, smoke curling through the air. Peter Coyote lounges at the head of a massive leather couch, cool, calculating, sizing up the young band sitting across from him. The musicians look equal parts excited and nervous, caught somewhere between awe and dread. Coyote lights a cigar, gestures grandly for them…
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Happy Place
Scene: A stark conference room, mid-afternoon. Peter Coyote addresses the room with razor-sharp authority, eyes scanning his fellow executives like he’s reading them the unvarnished truth about the consumer game. His tone is clipped, impatient, punctuated with sharp pauses. Peter Coyote: (leaning in, voice sharp) Let’s cut the romance, shall we? We’re not in the…
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The Garage
Ray: “It’s the garage, Bill. The garage itself. Not some ordinary space filled with nails, wood shavings, and the detritus of middle-class American living. No, this garage, it’s alive. Like one of those shops in the old stories, the ones that weren’t there yesterday and won’t be there tomorrow. But today? Today it hums with…
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