I had a conversation with a friend who also sees us (human-kind) poised between pandemic and AI as a kind of endemic- a condition that will soon be so prevalent that we can't go back, over which we have no choice. You capture this unbalancing well here, surprising us with a gentle poem that has resonance before the mild discomfort at finding its "authorship" and authority. And yesterday, on my walk around Little Long Pond, I used Merlin to provide an auditory window to who I was sharing my walk with... the calls and songs of 17 species of birds. Calls and songs I could not hear on my own. It brought me joy to know they were there, even if I could not see or hear them. They are part of my steady core, together with those you hold up and would emulate.
I had a conversation with a friend who also sees us (human-kind) poised between pandemic and AI as a kind of endemic- a condition that will soon be so prevalent that we can't go back, over which we have no choice. You capture this unbalancing well here, surprising us with a gentle poem that has resonance before the mild discomfort at finding its "authorship" and authority. And yesterday, on my walk around Little Long Pond, I used Merlin to provide an auditory window to who I was sharing my walk with... the calls and songs of 17 species of birds. Calls and songs I could not hear on my own. It brought me joy to know they were there, even if I could not see or hear them. They are part of my steady core, together with those you hold up and would emulate.
I want to aspire to be part of the steady core
Me too, me too