Doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results isn't stupidity; it's passion. Doing the same thing and expecting the same results in a changing world is more difficult than you think!
Saturday, September 30, 2017
Thursday, September 28, 2017
What if the most important question in AI is not whether AI can replace the creation of value in society (ie jobs), but whether an economy can be built around value created AND consumed by AI? If so, can the human state live off taxes paid by AI? Or will the rich and powerful finally conclude that only use of the poor is functioning as a gene farm?
Tuesday, September 12, 2017
Saturday, September 02, 2017
Tuesday, August 15, 2017
Almost like a glove
I rather like this feeling
Of my weight gently stacked
Over my feet, spread from
The heels to the balls, and to
The toes; I can feel
Every inch of ground
Touching the skin of my feet
Pushing back at me, in a conversation
Between my being and the ground for now I occupy.
My head balanced on my neck,
Over my shoulders sitting
On my chest like a bird perched on a branch, my arms swaying like aerial roots
Effortlessly hanging from a tree;
I rather like this feeling of ease
When I gently rock myself
Between my toes and my heels;
I like the way the knees and the ankles so slightly bend and straighten
While the upper and lower body muscles tighten and relax in continuous dialog; I like the feeling
Breathing into a body
In touch with itself,
Wearing a skin that fits
Almost like a glove.
In one moment, there is no place I'd rather more be
Than inside the reality of my physical being, my most intimate companion till death,
Now embracing me
Painless, and breathing free.
Of my weight gently stacked
Over my feet, spread from
The heels to the balls, and to
The toes; I can feel
Every inch of ground
Touching the skin of my feet
Pushing back at me, in a conversation
Between my being and the ground for now I occupy.
My head balanced on my neck,
Over my shoulders sitting
On my chest like a bird perched on a branch, my arms swaying like aerial roots
Effortlessly hanging from a tree;
I rather like this feeling of ease
When I gently rock myself
Between my toes and my heels;
I like the way the knees and the ankles so slightly bend and straighten
While the upper and lower body muscles tighten and relax in continuous dialog; I like the feeling
Breathing into a body
In touch with itself,
Wearing a skin that fits
Almost like a glove.
In one moment, there is no place I'd rather more be
Than inside the reality of my physical being, my most intimate companion till death,
Now embracing me
Painless, and breathing free.
Saturday, July 29, 2017
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Saturday, May 27, 2017
Tuesday, May 23, 2017
Friday, April 28, 2017
Wednesday, April 26, 2017
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Saturday, April 01, 2017
Thursday, March 30, 2017
Saturday, March 18, 2017
Friday, March 10, 2017
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