Contra the peddlers of Progress and workaholism, new technology has DIMINISHING returns in the only thing that matters: inner peace.
Data point: never has the West had such advanced tech (and large GDP), and never has it been generating more widespread spiritual misery.
And by the materialists' own shallow standard of improving the physical world, technocapitalism is speeding humanity toward failures that are the stuff of apocalypse: the death of the ocean, world war (now with drones!), economic meltdown....
Their ultimate goal at the end of this great exercise in Progress? Leave Earth, and replace humans with computers running "consciousness" software.
@GnothiSea Rather: there is no you thing in the world for thoughts to do anything to. You are beyond the world whether you believe it or know it or not.
@bcherny@ByShovelINC CC already talks to my folders all day. The only real friction is sharing files with biz colleagues who are in SharePoint, not git repos. ... We use your models in Bedrock, we send nothing to Anthropic servers, like any serious enterprise. So can the new Projects work for us?
@MarcJBrooker Manual code review where Fable is available is already a waste of resources. No one on the planet can find bugs and analyze code designs as well as today's best tools.
@johnennis They aren't exaggerating the risks, but they are exaggerating that their proposals could make a dent in those risks. The regulations will accomplish many things, but risk reduction is not one of them.
@bcherny Can't get thru the paywall but if Fable-in-Bedrock will stop sending data to Anthropic servers, that will be great. Until that happens we can't use Fable.
You may say you have two bodies; the personal and the universal. The personal comes and goes, the universal is always with you. The entire creation is your universal body. You are so blinded by what is personal, that you do not see the universal.
When there is pleasure, who has it? Try to see who that is, and try to see the having.
When there is pleasure, what happens to desire, does it disappear? Is it gone?
After pleasure, where did it go? Does pleasure build up, is it stored? Does it fill a space?
The ego isn't a thing at thing at all, it is a bundle of compulsively replayed narratives. The narratives share one theme: "me/mine" are the most real and the most important facts. But close, quiet observation finds no such facts.
The me/mine narratives are empty of the very facts they would describe. It's all mirror tricks: chains of purported inferences which never land on solid ground.