If the iron is hot, I desire to believe it is hot, and if it is cool, I desire to believe it is cool.

Our coherent extrapolated volition is our wish if we knew more, thought faster, were more the people we wished we were, had grown up farther together; where the extrapolation converges rather than diverges, where our wishes cohere rather than interfere; extrapolated as we wish that extrapolated, interpreted as we wish that interpreted.

Rationality is the master lifehack which distinguishes which other lifehacks to use.

If dragons were common, and you could look at one in the zoo - but zebras were a rare legendary creature that had finally been decided to be mythical - then there's a certain sort of person who would ignore dragons, who would never bother to look at dragons, and chase after rumors of zebras. The grass is always greener on the other side of reality. Which is rather setting ourselves up for eternal disappointment, eh? If we cannot take joy in the merely real, our lives shall be empty indeed.

I'm wondering if there's a spell to make lightning flash in the background whenever I make an ominous resolution.

I ask the fundamental question of rationality: Why do you believe what you believe? What do you think you know and how do you think you know it?

Okay, so either (a) I just teleported somewhere else entirely (b) they can fold space like no one's business or (c) they are simply ignoring all the rules.