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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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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If the proverbial tree falls in the forest, does it make a sound?
If I can “hear” it in my mind, it does.
If I “hear” nothing in my mind, it does not.
The question leads to an image of a tree being conjured in the mind.
And the issue of sound is resolved in the mind.
We think-or at least I think- of a “world” in my head and a world outside of my head.
But the birds chirping, the breeze flowing, the waves crashing….those are all in my head, in my mind.
Whatever I am thinking of is in my mind.
And what I am not thinking of, by virtue of my non-thought about it, is also in my mind.
Existence is a function of the mind.
And that makes my head feel lighter and heavier at the same time.
A belt tightens around a cloud.
If the proverbial tree falls in the forest, does it make a sound?
If I can “hear” it in my mind, it does.
If I “hear” nothing in my mind, it does not.
The question leads to an image of a tree being conjured in the mind.
And the issue of sound is resolved in the mind.
We think-or at least I think- of a “world” in my head and a world outside of my head.
But the birds chirping, the breeze flowing, the waves crashing….those are all in my head, in my mind.
Whatever I am thinking of is in my mind.
And what I am not thinking of, by virtue of my non-thought about it, is also in my mind.
Existence is a function of the mind.
And that makes my head feel lighter and heavier at the same time.
A belt tightens around a cloud.
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