Dear, "em dash", "rule of three" and "contrastive negation",
AI has bastardized your usage. You albeit were that rare ornament whose usage still adorns my childhood memories of having poured over classics.
Rest in peace amigos.
PS: Sic transit gloria mundi.
Impermanence isn't something you write about in your verses. It's the voice on the phone that grows weaker, the person at the dining table who grows taller and the friend you haven't forgotten but have nothing more to talk to.
@RGVzoomin I wonder what you think about Backrooms, another movie made by amateurs in a tight and low and made north of 200 million recently. Thanks for the review, will watch.
A man writes a sentence. He shows it to a machine that has been trained, on the entire history of human flattery, to admire him. The machine admires him. He feels less alone. Then he realizes he has shown the sentence to no one, the loneliness comes back,because it was postponed.
You aren't your knees, you can replace them. But you can't accept, that you aren't your thoughts. The thought is too close. The thought is in the voice that says I. To know otherwise requires a witness and the witness must be paid. This is therapy and why the wise are truly free.
The world keeps repeating formulas to align yourself externally : this method , that trick, this course, that lesson but have you considered ignoring the world and living in inner alignment.
The body learns two truths. When fighting for life, the mind rules the body, it can create a new reality and drive you to it. Dvaita. But on an ordinary afternoon, with little at stake, the mind is just another muscle, helping one experience life to the fullest. Advaita.
That you are not your muscles makes sense to most. That you are not your thoughts requires a therapist. The irony of taking your thoughts seriously: Neti Neti.
Nothing is more peaceful in the attention draining world than to have an actual Phone Fast: keep that mobile device far away maybe hidden for a few hours every week, notice the calm within yourself.
Ishq par zor nahin, hai ye woh aatish Ghalib, ke lagaye na lage aur bujhaye na bane — Ghalib
Loose Translation: Some capabilities are emergent, out of pure devotion, they cannot be trained, nor untrained.
I do *not* want an AI "summary" of an email, or a book, or a life. I do not want an AI summary of a winter sky, or my father's hands, or the hope in my child's eyes. I do not want an AI summary of the human heart, or the first little shiver of lust, or the long good work of love.
When I see some famous influencer using em dashes or unusual quotes which are easy tells for GPT based writing, I stop reading. Call me old-fashioned #Slop
10,000 steps a day, they said, for the heart, once life became sedentary.
Now the world has learned to scroll and scroll without end, and the mind, quietly, has followed the body into stillness.
Perhaps the prescription will change.
Not steps, but pages. Ten a day.