Been trying to listen to new music. It must, at present, have nothing whatsoever to do with heartbreak. An exceedingly difficult task, as most of what the algorithm knows is love or lust, worship or depravity.
There is much to miss. Rock and roll was lyrically richer, often speaking to a wider range of emotions and stories with no particular need to be relatable. Homer's epics were sung to a lyre. Operas- bespoke, hour-long sung stories- were the most popular form not too long ago. And Bob Dylan recently won the Nobel Prize in Literature.
Too much of the culturally-inherited advice on love and relationships is probably lost to these self-reinforced, narrowing stories and categories, stripped of details to hedge their appeal. There are many important things I can't articulate for myself, let alone for others I care about. And I wonder if this would be any different if I took to Orpheus and Eurydice and not Ghost Town by Kanye
We can do anything we set our minds to. The setting of the mind to the thing is as strong as our belief in the first statement. And we must protect that idea because it can slip from our brains if we’re not careful enough. And not slip to accommodate some opposite idea, but any idea at all. Not having this top of mind is as good as not having it at all.
Risk appetite follows confidence. If you wish you took more risks in some area of your life and somehow still don't, you lack confidence. Build it up through whatever means necessary.
I agree with that to a certain extent. I see it fail terribly at my most novel and exciting tasks, and reasonably breeze through what used to be stack overflow / open source repo stitching. That said, there's a lot in between that it can now do and couldn't a few months ago. Scaling seems to be working