Know thyself.
Carved above the Oracle at Delphi, 2,500 years ago. In a world where machines can reason, synthesise, and respond better than most humans — who you know yourself to be matters more than what you know.
https://t.co/mmllFzEpi3
What do you tell your children about preparing for a world where AI can do almost anything better, faster, and cheaper than they can?
New essay:https://t.co/mmllFzEpi3
The people who thrive in the coming years will be those who can meet machine intelligence with their own.
Who bring what AI will never have: lived wisdom, emotional depth, ethical weight.
That world is not a fantasy. It is a direction. https://t.co/0VPbYkHtHh
Don't try to stop the waves of technological change. They're already breaking.
Build your children surfboards and teach them how to surf.
It's what the Transition Towns movement was built around.
Part 2 of the Synchoros series: what you can actually do: https://t.co/wUD9KZ38R2
The World Is Going Local. Artificial Intelligence Is Why.
New essay. It starts with the US losing the Middle East, moves through the collapse of the AI funding model, and ends with six predictions.
One of them involves Bitcoin. One involves Transition Towns being right all along.
I'm calling this world the Synchoros — hyper-local in daily life, instantaneously global in reach.
Think Transition Towns meets the end of Pax Americana. With AI.
The essay traces how we get there from where we are now.
The Synchoros: a world that's intensely local in daily life but instantaneously global in reach and impact.
Think Transition Towns meets Claude Code meets the end of Pax Americana.
Six bold predictions inside — including fusion,Bitcoin, and why William Gibson was right
Our Magnificent Terrifying Brand New Fully Distributed Always On Synchoros — With Robots
Yes, that's the title. No, I'm not sorry.
The serious argument underneath it: US losing the Middle East will collapse the funding model for hyperscale AI. And what follows is v interesting
What if 5-MeO doesn’t show you something new at all.
What if it temporarily removes the machinery of separation so you can finally feel what was always here:
that existence itself is not empty, not dead, not random but unbearably alive, intelligent, and intimate.
The terror is the ego realizing it was never the source. The bliss is what remains when control dies and reality no longer has to squeeze through a self.
Maybe that’s why coming back hurts.
Not because the vision was too big, but because we return to ordinary life knowing this moment, this breath, this planet, this fragile human life is infinitely more sacred than we were ever taught.
And from that point on, you don’t just live. You become responsible for the miracle.