The door is wide open for creativity.
Nature is a great teacher if we let it be.
To love nature means to accept our own creativity ♥️
Let it be then ♥️
In my early fifties, I was in the battle, at least it felt like that, like here in the picture.
I was still naive and unaware.
My mind wanted to sink me, and I said NO.
I became aware that I am not only my mind, easily programmable, but also consciousness.
I read and watched what could help me grow in understanding.
And finally, I started to love life as it is.
Storms are important reminders that there is more to life than what is seen on the surface.
Be brave and become a student of life.
Life is beautiful, my friend.
So much meaning in this picture.
And probably it will be different for everybody.
We all have an internal battle with our character.
When the proper way of love and respect is restored, it becomes so clear what life is about.
There is only one battle in life,
Battle for Love, my friend 🤔
A mother wraps
her love around
the heart of her child,
keeping each beat steady
through the rhythm of life,
until wings take shape
and it’s time for the soul
to take flight.
—Christy Ann Martine
@Christy_Martine
On sizable codebases, gpt 5.5 xhigh always gets various things wrong (bugs), which requires several rounds of sequential review (I usually use gpt 5.4 mini xhigh and codex 5.3 xhigh to efficiently find the inconsistencies).
So the models (even previous generations) are overall “smart enough” to eventually find the problems, but not thorough enough to do a pristine job without significant prodding.
Creating a detailed plan first with checkboxes helps the initial implementation to stay on track, but doesn’t fully alleviate the accuracy problem.
Not sure if the solution is simply waiting for a “better model” or if there is some kind of real-time orchestration that could happen in the background with several cheap yet “xhigh” thinking models to monitor and flag potential bugs/inconsistencies as the main agent works.
Do we all have a poet's heart?
Maybe.
There is a constant feeling of incompleteness in us. It is like something started somewhere and wants to be expressed in the poet's way.
Is it love?