
Purpose Struggle
Yesterday, I decided that my blogging career should come to an end. I was doing myself a disservice. I told myself that the goal of the posts was to dig deeper, peel back the layers, get down to the core. But by publishing online (or on-chain as the case may be), I was subconsciously writing for others, even if I told myself that I didn't care if others read. So, in an effort to be more authentic, I figured I'd stop publishing and start doing a private journal. Within 2 hours of that decision...

Value. Happiness.
I feel happy. It's fun, it's light, like a feather floating at the beginning of Forrest Gump. But, like the feather, it's not grounded. It can flitter and float away. Value is also ephemeral. We know it when we see it. We feel it, somewhere deep inside. Something connects to us, saying "yes, this is worth it." The "it" that it's worth is energy. Energy in the form of time, attention, money. The things of which our possession is limited. There's a reason why all the great traditions point to "...

Coffee with AI
Every day for the past month, I’ve had a coffee date with AI. I literally sit down, with a cup of coffee, with an appointment on my calendar that says “coffee with AI”. During that time, AI (I’ve used ChatGPT, Gemini, Perplexity, Claude, and Venice) and I literally have a chat, the way I would with a friend. It’s not “write this letter for me” or “do this or that.” No, it’s a chance for us to have a conversation about whatever topic I want. Many days, recently, at least, it’s been about quant...
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Purpose Struggle
Yesterday, I decided that my blogging career should come to an end. I was doing myself a disservice. I told myself that the goal of the posts was to dig deeper, peel back the layers, get down to the core. But by publishing online (or on-chain as the case may be), I was subconsciously writing for others, even if I told myself that I didn't care if others read. So, in an effort to be more authentic, I figured I'd stop publishing and start doing a private journal. Within 2 hours of that decision...

Value. Happiness.
I feel happy. It's fun, it's light, like a feather floating at the beginning of Forrest Gump. But, like the feather, it's not grounded. It can flitter and float away. Value is also ephemeral. We know it when we see it. We feel it, somewhere deep inside. Something connects to us, saying "yes, this is worth it." The "it" that it's worth is energy. Energy in the form of time, attention, money. The things of which our possession is limited. There's a reason why all the great traditions point to "...

Coffee with AI
Every day for the past month, I’ve had a coffee date with AI. I literally sit down, with a cup of coffee, with an appointment on my calendar that says “coffee with AI”. During that time, AI (I’ve used ChatGPT, Gemini, Perplexity, Claude, and Venice) and I literally have a chat, the way I would with a friend. It’s not “write this letter for me” or “do this or that.” No, it’s a chance for us to have a conversation about whatever topic I want. Many days, recently, at least, it’s been about quant...
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The “suddenly” grabs our attention.
sIt shocks us out of our perception of what is “normal” and “regular.” We notice it. We feel the unease. We feel unbalanced as if a huge wave has hit the small canoe in which we find ourselves.
The stomach churns. Or maybe there’s just a “pit,” a void of the unknown promising nothing but eternal darkness and eternal falling.
But the “suddenly” is preceded by the “gradually.”
The subtle shifts. The drip of the water against the stone that we know is there, but have become immune to because, well, it’s always there.
And so we don’t notice it.
But if we do, we know how the story is going to end.
The water will, eventually, crack the rock. The first 5 million drops don’t matter, but the 5,000,0001st gets the job done.
And then it becomes the “suddenly.”
The “suddenly” grabs our attention.
sIt shocks us out of our perception of what is “normal” and “regular.” We notice it. We feel the unease. We feel unbalanced as if a huge wave has hit the small canoe in which we find ourselves.
The stomach churns. Or maybe there’s just a “pit,” a void of the unknown promising nothing but eternal darkness and eternal falling.
But the “suddenly” is preceded by the “gradually.”
The subtle shifts. The drip of the water against the stone that we know is there, but have become immune to because, well, it’s always there.
And so we don’t notice it.
But if we do, we know how the story is going to end.
The water will, eventually, crack the rock. The first 5 million drops don’t matter, but the 5,000,0001st gets the job done.
And then it becomes the “suddenly.”
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