"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet
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Showing posts with label A Layman's Blog. Show all posts

07 August 2026

Learn.


In the beginner's mind there are many possibilities, but in the expert's mind there are few.

Shunryƫ Suzuki, from Zen Mind, Beginner's Mind

Steve has more.
We need to learn as much as we can before we do anything simply because an expert said it was a good thing.

30 July 2026

Curiosities.

Osbourne, Robert Louis Stevenson, 1885


Life is only a very dull and ill-directed theatre unless we have some interests in the piece; and to those who have neither art nor science, the world is a mere arrangement of colours, or a rough footway where they may very well break their shins.  It is in virtue of his own desires and curiosities that any man continues to exist with even patience, that he is charmed by the look of things and people, and that he wakens every morning with a renewed appetite for work and pleasure.

27 July 2026

Infinite.


Steve points to Rabbi Sacks and his thoughts on Tolstoy ...
Faith, he said is a force of life.  "If a man lives, then he must believe in something." If that something is finite, it will not ultimately satisfy him, since everything finite eventually perishes.  The only thing worth believing in is the infinite.  And, "Without faith it is impossible to live."

20 July 2026

Correct.



Brockman has said it.  Musk has said it.  Hinton said, "They'll be able to outsmart us because they will have read all the books Machiavelli ever wrote, they will have access to all the data ever produced by humans."   

More human than human.  

We don't read.  Start reading.  More.

Read Ethan Mollick's book, Co-Intelligence: Living and Working with AI ...
We have created a weird alien mind, one that isn’t sentient but can fake it remarkably well. It is trained on the vast archives of human knowledge, and also on the backs of low-paid workers. It can pass tests and act creatively, with the potential to change how we work and learn; but it also makes up information regularly. You can no longer trust that anything you see, or hear, or read was not created by AI. All of that already happened. Humans, walking and talking bags of water and trace chemicals that we are, have managed to convince well-organized sand to pretend to think like us.
Altman wants to monetize information gathering.


Use the tools.  Read.  Listen.  Think.  Think some more, and then ... think again. Crosscheck with rigor.  Don't neglect your obligations. Do the essential work of choosing wisely.
In the long term a general AI system will need something akin to a sense of shame to prevent it from misbehaving.  It’s going to be the most important technology that humans ever create, so getting that right seems pretty important.

Greg Brockman

To avoid the mental slavery—or worse, extinction— a component of shame must be built into generation.  Just like a kid can “control” his capable, adult mother, not through superior intelligence or power, but by triggering a hardwired compulsion to protect and nurture it. Kids don't achieve goals with strength or strategy; it's vulnerability that activates the mother’s nurturing instincts. AI should be programmed the same way. 

That will never happen, so it's up to you, lab rat, to be skeptical.

Remember when Batty spares Deckard in Blade Runner?  Shame drove that decision. Replicants were discounted and demeaned for their synthetic nature, while humans were shamed for being complicit in their use.  Batty's final monologue demonstrates replicant's liberation from shame. By sparing Deckard's life on the rooftop, doesn't Batty achieve a status "more human than human."



Better yet, chuck it all in the bin and get a canoe.

05 July 2026

28 February 2026

Overthrow.


Steve points to reports of struggling movie-goers.

Remember what Cactus Ed taught us years and years ago ...
How to Overthrow the System: Brew your own beer; Kick in your TV. Kill your own beef, Build your own cabin and piss off the front porch whenever you bloody well feel like it.

This reminds me of a conversation I had with Kurt

29 January 2026

Hang.

'Tis Winter and the weekend begins now ...
"Hang care!" exclaimed he. "This is a delicious evening; the wine has a finer relish here than in the house, and the song is more exciting and melodious under the tranquil sky than in the close room, where the sound is stifled. Come, let us have a bacchanalian chant—let us, with old Sir Toby, make the welkin dance and rouse the night-owl with a catch! I am right merry. Pass the bottle, and tune your voices—a catch, a catch! The lights will be here anon."     
Charles Ollier, from "The Haunted Manor-House of Paddington" 
For best results, order an extra side of ranch for the chicken nachos and listen to Wings, "Hi, Hi, Hi' ...


The euphony transformed me and inundated my soul in a roguish countenance, the likes of which I had know well in younger days. Such impishness soon drove out the complaints of the day. 

Umberto Limongiello

Phony Beatlemania is still way overrated.

Thanks to Steve for the inspiration.

27 January 2026

Freedom.

Friedrich, The Monk by the Sea, 1810


Steve reminds us that life is a mystery to be lived ... 
Story conveys the reality of human freedom, for although "real," our freedom is limited, and although "limited," our freedom is real ... 
We find miracle only when we stop looking for magic.

14 January 2026

Regularly.


Exhibit A (my life changed the day I accepted this):
I've always found it hard to conform to the so-called standards.  Each time a teacher or an adult told me I shouldn't do this or that, I'd nod but let their words breeze past me.  I refused to believe there was only one path in life.

Hwang Bo-Reum

11 January 2026

Believe.


Steve wisely points us to a research-based list of secrets, from which nostalgia hit me like a freight train ...
Nostalgia helps us make sense of our lives. It provides narrative structure, which is desperately needed when most days feel like a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure story where every choice somehow ends with meh.

Here’s the psychology: humans hate open loops. We hate chaos. Nostalgia is a way of shutting the loop, of saying, “No, no, it all led here.” With nostalgia, life’s a journey. Nostalgia says you’re progressing, that it isn’t all just entropy with a soundtrack.

You stare at a Polaroid of yourself at eight years old (bowl haircut, missing teeth, Ninja Turtles backpack) and for a brief, hallucinatory second, you believe your life is not an aimless accumulation of trivialities but rather a novel with a discernible plot, a protagonist, and maybe even a moral arc.

Nostalgia makes you less bothered by your problems. Because if you can believe that once upon a time you felt carefree and invincible then maybe today’s challenges aren’t the end of the world either.

03 January 2026

Unite.


TWO TRAMPS in MUD TIME

Out of the mud two strangers came
And caught me splitting wood in the yard,
And one of them put me off my aim
By hailing cheerily "Hit them hard!"
I knew pretty well why he had dropped behind
And let the other go on a way.
I knew pretty well what he had in mind:
He wanted to take my job for pay.

Good blocks of oak it was I split,
As large around as the chopping block;
And every piece I squarely hit
Fell splinterless as a cloven rock.
The blows that a life of self-control
Spares to strike for the common good,
That day, giving a loose my soul,
I spent on the unimportant wood.

The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You're one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
A cloud comes over the sunlit arch,
A wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you're two months back in the middle of March.

A bluebird comes tenderly up to alight
And turns to the wind to unruffle a plume,
His song so pitched as not to excite
A single flower as yet to bloom.
It is snowing a flake; and he half knew
Winter was only playing possum.
Except in color he isn't blue,
But he wouldn't advise a thing to blossom.

The water for which we may have to look
In summertime with a witching wand,
In every wheelrut's now a brook,
In every print of a hoof a pond.
Be glad of water, but don't forget
The lurking frost in the earth beneath
That will steal forth after the sun is set
And show on the water its crystal teeth.

The time when most I loved my task
The two must make me love it more
By coming with what they came to ask.
You'd think I never had felt before
The weight of an ax-head poised aloft,
The grip of earth on outspread feet,
The life of muscles rocking soft
And smooth and moist in vernal heat.

Out of the wood two hulking tramps
(From sleeping God knows where last night,
But not long since in the lumber camps).
They thought all chopping was theirs of right.
Men of the woods and lumberjacks,
They judged me by their appropriate tool.
Except as a fellow handled an ax
They had no way of knowing a fool.

Nothing on either side was said.
They knew they had but to stay their stay
And all their logic would fill my head:
As that I had no right to play
With what was another man's work for gain.
My right might be love but theirs was need.
And where the two exist in twain
Theirs was the better right--agreed.

But yield who will to their separation,
My object in living is to unite
My avocation and my vocation
As my two eyes make one in sight.
Only where love and need are one,
And the work is play for mortal stakes,
Is the deed ever really done
For Heaven and the future's sakes.

Robert Frost

Thank you, Steve.

04 December 2025

Power.


But no human being can be trusted to keep his or her word when he or she has access to power—a power not available to opponents. 

Dr. Frankl would remind us ...

Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and freedom.

What power is truly eluding you? 

17 November 2025

Precedence.


Steve points to wisdom from "The Martian" ...
The concept of obligations takes precedence over that of rights, which are subordinate and relative to it.  A right is not effective on its own, but solely in relation to the obligation to which it corresponds. 

11 November 2025

Light.


Steve has an important letter written by his Dad ...
Somehow out of all this madness and blindness the people of the world will find the true way of life as Christ taught so long ago.  No matter how it may seem to us at the moment, there are the ever encircling arms of God to lead us through the blindness into the light.  Something I saw before I went into the service comes back to me now—it runs on this order:

    And I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year:
    Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown!
    And he replied: Go out into the darkness and put thine
    Hand into the Hand of God.  That shall be to thee
    Better than light and safer than a known way.

29 September 2025

Something.


Steve points to "that moment"...
Help me please I thought I said
Then something happened in my head
Music came from all around
And I knew what I had found

27 September 2025

Responsibility.


Steve adds to Kurt's discussion ... 
Life ultimately means taking the responsibility to find the right answer to its problems and to fulfill the tasks which it constantly sets for each individual.  
Eudaimonic orientation is not pleasuring-seeking, rather talents are put to work for a larger purpose: to serve.  By making the most of personal skills, giving provides a greater willingness to help, regardless of costs. The result is a byproduct of that action, though not its sole aim.  Pushed to develop and refine the process, a commitment to growth and development is its own reward, the spirit of eudaimonia. It's the opposite of virtue-signalling hedonics.

11 August 2025

Essential.

ParkeHarrison, The Navigator, 2002


Steve points to essential wisdom ...

Vulnerability is contagious (and breeds strength).
We don't abandon our pursuits because we despair of ever perfecting them.
Look at the inmost causes of things, stripped of their husks; note the intentions that underlie actions; study the essences of pain, pleasure, death, glory; observe how man's disquiet is all of his own making, and how troubles come never from another's hand, but like all else are creatures of our own opinion.
What is called self-actualization is not an attainable aim at all, for the simple reason that the more one would strive for it, the more he would miss it.  In other words, self-actualization is possible only as a side-effect of self-transcendence.
Let go of feeling guilty that you are still just an ordinary human despite your angelic ambitions!  Having compassion towards your innate humanness, its nervous system, and the brain function that goes with it allows for greater equanimity. 

09 July 2025

Obliged.

Trumbull, Benjamin Franklin, 1778


For having lived long, I have experienced many instances of being obliged by better information, or fuller consideration, to change opinions even on important subjects, which I once thought right, but found to be otherwise.

Ben Franklin, speaking at the Constitutional Convention, September 1787

Hats matter.