The distance between our hands and our mouths has never been farther apart.
I couldn’t be further from the truth.
Sometimes I think that the true Turing test will be when one AI is able to convince another AI that it’s not an AI because it truly believes it.
It’s hard to confront the people you love. But why else should you love them except that they love you for who you are?
Fear is the heart of love.
Sometimes I’m him. Other times I’m her. I should be nicer to people.
Life is a series of compromises until the insurmountable inertia keeping you down becomes a 40 year old man making powerpoint presentations.
Sometimes I wonder if anything is every truly finished or if we all just have varying degrees of what we think of as being done. But then I think
Like the tree falling in the forest. Except there is somebody there. It’s you. Alone. And the tree did make a sound. And all you want to do is…
All we have is memory. Try to live in the now and you walk into walls and forget birthdays. Even while we live, if we are forgotten, we are gone.
Good times.
Nothing makes sense anymore. Up is down. Down is fine. Sometimes I feel like I’m an audience of one in a world of bad improv.
Was I this person once already before? Before what? Again how?
The real question is moot.