We have hundreds of #AIEthics guidelines and almost no governance. Ethical #digitalgovernance is about rebuilding institutions strong enough to protect rights, distribute power, and stay accountable under pressure.
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#DigitalRights#PublicParticipation #DataAsCommons
#ReadOnSubstack This altar is for the #Beiruts that never became metaphors. For the #Tehrans that never made the evening news. For every civilization currently being compressed, by the weight of geopolitics and the speed of media, into something smaller than it is… #Newroz
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I also found myself wondering about language. When faced with mounting death tolls and expanding collateral damage, is it already ontologically and epistemologically accurate to call this a metacrisis? Or do we reserve that term for something like a global economic collapse before acknowledging the scale of what is unfolding? @DrJohnVervaeke #CrisisOfMeaning
This morning I checked in with members of my team and community who are currently living in areas officially classified as war zones. The conversation was strangely uplifting. What struck me most was the resilience, the solidarity, and the almost immediate instinct people had to ask how they could support others, even while navigating their own uncertainty.
It left me reflecting on how decisions made far away, like a single American vote, ripple outward into regions that will feel their consequences most directly.
Empathy, in the context of international strategy, is not sentimentality, and it is not moral theater. It is the cognitive discipline of modeling how a situation looks from within another actor's constraints, their security fears, their domestic political pressures, their historical memory, their economic dependencies, their population's lived experience of the "order" being discussed. This discipline is a strategic tool because statecraft without it produces miscalculation…
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Three doors in the wall…
one carries ghosts of copper speech,
one hums with light and distant stars,
one sleeps, unnamed.
Every age it’s own myth of passage…
leaving behind a doorway
for the next deity of distance to enter.