Thank you for writing this. What a world apart from the increasing awe with which the West holds AI & fears its possible threat to our knowledge. Without bodies, what are we?
i like this very much. both the title and the subject, and i'm reading it a bit too fast because i've been trying to avoid the computer and make space to slow down more for real knowings amidst the speeding up of spring, but i wanted to read your words... so i'm slipping it in before i put the computer away again for a bit...
Wise words and beautiful.
"The way in which the choice happens is where the virtue resides, or is absent." I have a saying: 'It's not what, it's how.'
I also broke my Lenten sobriety at a friend's wake last week, to ceremonially toast with Lagavulin.
Ah, if you are going to toast someone now gone, then Lagavulin is fitting.
who knew... Such knowing... could be so heart-breakingly beautiful? Gracias!
Thank you for writing this. What a world apart from the increasing awe with which the West holds AI & fears its possible threat to our knowledge. Without bodies, what are we?
I presume too much perhaps ...
Grief ... and then we came to the sea ... provisioned and the sea anchor held in the current ...
companions ... the night watch waited for navigable sky ... there is land beyond memory with fresh water
Yes, we must speak of war and the atrocities of war and our complicity: 'There are no righteous wars' (Pound)
So good, Caro. Thanks for this.
i like this very much. both the title and the subject, and i'm reading it a bit too fast because i've been trying to avoid the computer and make space to slow down more for real knowings amidst the speeding up of spring, but i wanted to read your words... so i'm slipping it in before i put the computer away again for a bit...