Maybe the older, more effective and fine-tuned AI systems should be renamed PI, as in Pathing Intelligence so it can distance itself from the darwinian-logic machine that tries to have a million monkeys produce better art eventually, by stealing more data and using more power.
As much as I've liked Jordan Peterson, I always felt like he was far too academic for his own good. I finally figured out what I like and dislike about him: philosophically and psychologically, he's intriguing, but I think he's short-sited theologically and culturally.
I think that's why I can't fully commit myself to being on the side of Peterson's ideas because the cultural approach requires a patience that political necessities can't abide by, but the moment you think you can fast track without and fight entropy, you lose a lot of soul.
It's time to stop focusing on approval, on finding the right network. It's become ever clear to me that people would rather be sad and mad than be productive, healthy, and/or focused. Stop doing this to yourselves for clicks and shallow things. It's time to work and create!
Today, I'm getting some #writing done and going to start ignoring the Fear Of Missing Out as best I can. More writing and less browsing the world. More reading and less visual instant gratification. More listening to God and less listening to the world. God bless you all!
This is one of those revitalizing days where I see clearer, and feel more confident in moving forward, leaving some displeasing things behind in hopes that my soul will feel more disciplined. The stumbling, moving forward, won't deter me as it has, God willing!
For another... the effort was made and quickly faded, and any other effort would hurt more being alone with my own thoughts, being alone to be responsible for my own peace, at least in the physical plain of existence.
I don't often voice what I want from others, only that I'm confused by others. In a weird way, I find what I want from others be kind of despicable... It's despicable because there's little reason to tell people what I want from them because, for one, who the hell am I?
Sometimes care and move on, sometimes hoping to see if caring meant something important beyond myself. Sometimes, I'm just fine seeing that I probably should've stayed in my shell. Who knows? Just glad I cared when I was able to...
Maybe I'm stupid, resilient, or both, but I don't really care if I mean anything to anyone. It certainly would be nice to mean something, but I don't need to mean anything. Even when I do try to express some care, I don't need to mean anything because of it. I just want to care.