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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...
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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 "...
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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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jer979Purpose 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...
jer979Value. 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 "...
jer979Coffee 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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Binary thinking feels like it makes life simpler.
Nuances don’t need to be dealt with.
The definition of success or failure is clear.
It’s a particle. A point.
Non-binary thinking feels like it can make life more challenging.
Nuances are considered.
Definitions are muddled.
It’s a wave of possibilities.
But, when binary and when non-binary?
When to keep the wave alive and when to collapse it to a point?
My head hurts, telling me one thing, arguing for clarity so it can kick into planning mode.
My heart hurts, yearning for understanding, for something deeper, for an acknowledgement that multiple dimensions and mulitple perspectives need recognition. It pushes me to more and more open.
I feel the agony of the conflict, coursing through my body and my soul.
I feel it sapping my strength and impacting the discipline of other parts of my life.
Knowing that I don’t know and may never know.
The binary of the non-binary.
But not knowing that I know is the non-binary of the binary.
And they both are happening at the same time.
Binary thinking feels like it makes life simpler.
Nuances don’t need to be dealt with.
The definition of success or failure is clear.
It’s a particle. A point.
Non-binary thinking feels like it can make life more challenging.
Nuances are considered.
Definitions are muddled.
It’s a wave of possibilities.
But, when binary and when non-binary?
When to keep the wave alive and when to collapse it to a point?
My head hurts, telling me one thing, arguing for clarity so it can kick into planning mode.
My heart hurts, yearning for understanding, for something deeper, for an acknowledgement that multiple dimensions and mulitple perspectives need recognition. It pushes me to more and more open.
I feel the agony of the conflict, coursing through my body and my soul.
I feel it sapping my strength and impacting the discipline of other parts of my life.
Knowing that I don’t know and may never know.
The binary of the non-binary.
But not knowing that I know is the non-binary of the binary.
And they both are happening at the same time.
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