My journey has brought me to this moment, in a place of clarity,
acceptance, and a strange peace with two simple facts: 1. ignorance is
infinite, and 2. no one can be dragged into spirituality or awakening.
I’ve stopped worrying about other people’s suffering. Let’s be honest, the
human suffering comes from ignorance. People have become like robots,
programmed by a society that encourages mediocrity, conformity,
self-absorption, self-importance and an endless worry over nothing making
life a never-ending loop of a bad sitcom.
People cling to some pretty wild ideas. The most recent invention of human
ingenuity is AI, the artificial intelligence.
Let’s talk about this. AI industry is well organized and making a big fuss
of things because that's how they get investment, that's how they get
attention.
They are in business of sales and there's a lot of self promotion of stuff
that sound very cool. They got a lot of attention and then got money for
the promises. But I think finally, they have come to realization that they
promised something impossible. OpenAI with its famous ChatGPT, Metaverse,
IBM, Microsoft and Google are desperate but they are still keeping the
appearance of being relevant for building something great. Those companies
keep firing and hiring people for teams that are not doing anything.
Of course that AI will replace the large amount of repetitive and
mechanical jobs. It is a great tool for automation but everything more
than that is just salesman pitch, the marketing lies. After almost 20
years of AI promises time has come for the AI bubble to burst.
None of this is real
There is nothing to do. It’s all just a dream, a
wild, chaotic dream starring at us and playing us. It is a comedy, but
it’s also a horror show. We’re all out here grinding to survive, battling
diseases, wrestling with existential dread, and stressing about bills only
to die at the end. What a punchline.
And yet, here we are, clinging to this dream, even as it makes us
miserable. Why? Maybe because the alternative is facing the truth which is
cold and terrifying. It’s warm in the mess we’ve made, isn’t it? It is
cozy in this shit, warm even. So we stay. We stress. We worry. And what do
we worry about most? Ourselves.
We are like greedy apes reaching for a seed, trapped by our own refusal to
let go. Even when the dream makes us suffer, we hold tight. Why? Because
it’s familiar. It’s bad smell but it's comfortable.
This is the tragedy and comedy of being human.
Even God reflects our confusion. People glorify the bleeding, crucified
Jesus over his ascension and triumph. Suffering? Sure, we’ll embrace that.
Awakening? Too much effort.
And so we continue, shuffling along, singing the same sad songs, watching
the same depressing TV shows, and clinging to the shitty smelly dream
because, well, it’s what we know. The absurdity of it all is entertaining.
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