After six years in stealth, Atomic Machines is out. Our mission: on-demand, universal command of matter. First beachhead: the Matter Compiler, an AI-native manufacturing system that builds working micro-machines from code alone. No per-product tooling. No process development. Different code, different machine.
What David Grusch said on @joerogan represents an entire strata of fairly consistent, highly specific overlapping stories told by many people over many years. If you are just hearing it now for the first time and are skeptical, you should know that there are generals, scientists, commandos, politicians', versions as well. It just goes on and on.
You can't make it go away by saying "That particular guy has a mental problem." There are dozens of such sober sounding people with a breathtakingly enormous overlap. It would be the world's largest flash theater troupe of master actors. Or an emergent mass delusion.
I find it all but impossible to explain. At some point you do have to ask: "What if I just take it literally?"
That's not a huge improvement mind you (e.g. All aliens have tetrapod body plans??? Really????). But it's a kind of weird you have likely never experienced if you stare it in the face. No matter how you slice it.
As I have been saying: something HUGE is up.
And keep your eyes on New Mexico: Nukes-Trafficking-UAP-Physics-Espionage-"Drones". All the stories converge there.
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I predict that in 5-10 years every household will have a local AI server that serves all the AI workload of the house, digital or robotics. It’ll be as common as a WiFi router or a fridge
it creates a private mesh network to link all the devices in the house and does inference completely locally, with built in data vault resistant to remote data hacking or physical tampering. That way you can have every single piece of information about you and your family stored in there and never leaves it, and AI can use them to provide most accurate and customized services
i’m fully convinced AI + robotics will unleash the greatest aesthetic renaissance human civilization has ever seen
the cost of building beautiful things is about to collapse
we just need to care about beauty again.
This is probably the clearest example of an actual academic collapse.
Weiss entered MIT in 1950, initially studied electrical engineering and then transferred to physics. During his third year, a painful romantic breakup overwhelmed him.
In his own Nobel autobiography, he states plainly;
“I failed all my courses at MIT and had to leave as a student.”
He was no longer progressing toward a degree. He returned to MIT not as a student but as an hourly electronics technician in Jerrold Zacharias’s atomic-beam laboratory. He punched a time clock and worked alongside machinists and laboratory technicians.
That apparent demotion became his real education. Weiss learned machining, sheet-metal work, soldering, welding, electronic design and the improvisational craft of experimental physics.
Instead of merely solving prepared textbook problems, he helped graduate students construct the instruments required for their research and worked on an early caesium atomic clock. With Zacharias’s support, he eventually completed his undergraduate degree and entered graduate school.
Decades later, Weiss became the central experimental architect behind laser-interferometric gravitational-wave detection.
He shared the 2017 Nobel Prize in Physics with Kip Thorne and Barry Barish for decisive contributions to LIGO and the observation of gravitational waves.
Everyone in Michigan, Illinois, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Pennsylvania, New York, Vermont, Connecticut, New Hampshire, Massachusetts, and New Jersey right now.
The US Navy operates a 50,000 acre forest in Indiana whose entire job is keeping one wooden ship from 1797 afloat.
The ship is USS Constitution, still a commissioned warship with an active-duty crew. Cannonballs bounced off her in 1812 because the hull sandwiches a wall of live oak ribs between two layers of white oak planking, nearly 2 feet of solid wood so dense it barely floats. British 18-pounders hit it and dropped into the sea. A sailor yelled "her sides are made of iron" and the nickname stuck.
Here's the problem with owning a 229-year-old wooden ship: you can't buy the parts. Hull planks run up to 40 feet long and 7 inches thick, cut from single white oak trunks. A white oak takes over a century to grow that big. No lumberyard on earth stocks it.
So the Navy grows its own. Constitution Grove at Naval Support Activity Crane holds trees over 100 years old, reserved exclusively for this ship. Foresters there are managing oaks today that will become hull planking in the 2100s. The maintenance plan literally runs on tree time.
Every 20 years or so she enters dry dock and shipwrights swap out rotted timber. After two centuries of this, estimates put original 1797 wood at maybe 10 to 15 percent of the ship. The Navy keeps replacing her plank by plank because Congress mandated her preservation and because she's the only active US warship that has sunk an enemy vessel.
Every other asset in the Navy has a decommission date. This one has a tree farm.
"Se você quer saber como um homem é, veja como ele trata os inferiores, e não os seus iguais." (Sirius Black, no livro Harry Potter e o Cálice de Fogo)
“bro so busy trying to not die he forgot how to live”
I’m told hundreds of times a day that I need to live a little. That I’m so busy trying to not die that I’ve forgotten to live.
The psychology powering this sentiment is the most interesting phenomenon happening on earth right now.
Every individual constructs a persona, a character to present to the world. It’s a compromise between what they are and what society demands of them. In current culture, its characteristics are the appearance of living fully, productivity, busyness, enjoying life, pleasure, spontaneity, and being unafraid.
It’s carefully constructed to shield the wearer from the terror of their inevitable death. To make this irreconcilable pain invisible to themselves, they dissolve themselves into the group and enact its rituals.
Sleep under your desk, have a drink, pull the vape, grab a fast food meal, gamble a little, stay up late to watch your favorite show, splurge some, chill out…live a little.
They are living.
At the cellular level, metabolic debt accumulates and repair mechanisms are traded for short term dopamine spikes.
But it’s done together, so it’s normal, and even desirable. No one will die alone if everyone is dying together and all agree to call it living.
The group moves in unison, comforted by the rhythmic movement. When someone declines to participate in their shared rituals, they experience it as an insult and a threat that must be attacked, discredited and mocked.
Subconsciously, they know their rituals are performative and masking something that must be suppressed. But it’s been buried so deep that it’s only a faint whisper, easily silenced by a swipe at the offender.
But then the whisper becomes a quiet voice and asks if they’re afraid. They attack the mirror because they cannot bear the reflection.
In pre-modern societies, death rituals were explicit and honest. They held a funeral, kept a mourning period, washed the body, prayed for the dead and observed burial customs. They faced death and created community rituals to metabolize the grief, fear and loss.
We no longer have death rituals. As explicit customs eroded, consumer culture monetized the void, driving our existential anxieties underground. Thanksgiving debauchery, New Year drunkenness, Halloween indulgence, the wedding open bar, the treat, splurge and cheat day. They are commercialized, camouflaged celebrations staged as group rituals to dull the shared death anxiety.
We previously faced the fear and now we gluttonize on it. Group rituals that name and face death can metabolize it. Rituals that hide from it accumulate the debt and are owned by their creditors.
When I abstain from societal death rituals, I break the spell. The anesthesia only works if everyone does it together. One abstainer reveals to the room that they are drunk.
This is the source of the anger. It’s not my decisions. It’s their reflection in the mirror.
Predictably, the collective seeks to pathologize my non-conformity. They will claim that systematic discipline is just another defense mechanism; a frantic obsession with control to escape the same existential dread. They will argue that preserving the biological vessel is a sterile exercise, a perpetual preparation for a game I refuse to play.
They misunderstand the objective.
Control is maintaining the status quo. I seek an evolutionary jailbreak. Natural selection stops maintaining us once reproduction is done. Accepting that automated slide into decrepitude isn't ‘living’, it’s passive submission to a blind algorithmic process.
I am not opposed to pleasure. I am opposed to the counterfeit. I say no to the dying ritual so that I can say yes to the full offering of consciousness: a vibrant physiological state, cognitive clarity, and deep emotional coloring. Vitality is mastery, not abuse dressed up as freedom.
The reward is a clearer lens, the ability to see what is currently invisible. High resolution consciousness allows for depths of thought, creativity, and experiential variance that are far harder to reach when the brain and body are chronically inflamed, degraded, and sedated. I want to expand the boundaries of the human experience.
On offer in this new future are things that no human has ever tasted before. I’m not deprived by the lack of participating in the rituals, I’m pointing to a joy that the human mind has not yet imagined.
I don’t intend to live a little. I intend to live more than any human who has yet lived and invite you to join me.
I always loved "Donald in Mathmagic Land".
It wasn't just a children's cartoon; it was an intentional lesson in principles usually reserved for initiatic orders.
It introduces Donald to Pythagoras and the core concepts of sacred geometry: the Pythagorean theorem, the mathematical complexity of the pentagram, and the Golden Ratio.
This isn't accidental or a simple educational tool it presented the "secret Pythagorean society."
The Golden Ratio and the Fibonacci sequence, as demonstrated in the cartoon, are not just mathematical curiosities; they are the fundamental building blocks of this this reality.
They are the visible signature of the geometric code that underpins everything from atomic structures to galactic spirals.
With the right eyes, you can see what was encoded here.
America burned Japan's first gift of cherry trees. All 2,000 of them, on President Taft's direct order.
The 1910 shipment arrived in DC crawling with insects and nematodes. Agriculture inspectors condemned the lot, Taft signed off on the bonfire, and the State Department braced for a diplomatic disaster. Tokyo's mayor, Yukio Ozaki, responded by sending 3,020 more, grafted from the famous grove along the Arakawa River.
Those trees have spent a century paying the friendship back.
Four days after Pearl Harbor, vandals chopped down four of them. Park officials renamed the survivors "Oriental" cherry trees for the rest of the war to protect them from axes.
Then came the twist. By 1952 the original Arakawa grove in Tokyo, the parent stock, had nearly died from wartime neglect. Japan asked Washington for help. The Park Service shipped budwood from DC's trees back across the Pacific and restored the grove that created them. When a flood wiped out more Japanese trees in 1982, horticulturists took 800 fresh cuttings from the Tidal Basin.
These 250 new trees solve a real problem too. The Tidal Basin is sinking, and a $133 million seawall rebuild forced crews to rip out roughly 150 trees. Japan offered replacements before anyone asked, timed to America's 250th birthday.
So the genetics run in a loop. Tokyo's grove seeded Washington's. Washington's saved Tokyo's. The saplings going in this spring descend from both.
114 years of diplomacy, running on grafted branches.
Often called “The First American” - many of what we call American values today are so popular because of his publications , Almanacks, papers, etc.
The American ideals of entrepreneurship, tinkering, hard work, innovation, etc. are all things he embodied and popularized amongst the colonies.
Fun fact: The only govt position he lobbied for was to be the Postmaster General of the U.S. - because he understood that the most powerful person is the one who controls the flow of information.
I strongly recommend reading Walter Isaacson’s biography of him. Ben would be running the greatest social network on the planet if he was alive today!