A Drop From The Bucket

Graph of Machine Learning Graph of Humans Relative efficiency: A circularly defined term, but includes any improvement (discrete or abstract) of power consumption, data compression, training time, benchmarks, ad infinitum Complexity: As a theoretical conc…

The ‘month of marching’ is now behind me and whatever I may not have improved with regard to velocity, I have done so with intentionality.

Although I don’t wish to commit to themes, and I refuse to acknowledge this being a continuation of last month (continuation in that these are both physical-oriented goals.

As I had hoped - and perhaps placebo’ed into existence - by my third week of daily (<=) hour-long stretching, I did actually begin to feel more limber.

Technically, this is overdue notice since February is more than underway but thankfully my interal productivity czar is too indulgent in its macromanagement fury to notice such details.

Most wreckage left behind in Life’s battleground is contained within the fleshy walls of its ‘Player 1’.

“Is objectivity real?”

AA: Good morning!

[Rhetorical hypothetical introduction:] The door opens to my inner mind and I am greeted with an person with two heads… err… Two distinct people?

Technically a little over a week but I’ve finished the month having successfully written one ‘item’ a day.

A tumultuous week in terms of inspiration.

Another week of sticking to it.

Ahh, the age old question: Which came first, the chicken or the egg?

My physical body seems to refuse to cooperate with my mind.

Within my conspiratorial depths I find that I - among others who are deemed as particularly capable in the realm of society - am demanded to embrace becoming an empty vessel of ambition.

Metaphysics of the mind remind me of the God’s proclivity toward irony.

A promised land founded by defiant offspring of global conquerers, who then conquered a homeland of their own that never once considered owned until it was stolen.

Art, independant of any attempts to define such a word, is undeniably a avenue in which us humans communicate our life experiences.

Here in the _W_est, we are a culture that ironically celebritizes all things mediocre despite our gravest intentions to avoid ‘average’: a word that borders on a slur for some of the more ‘success’-oriented people out there.

A non-inherent but probable and verifiable extension of increased possibilities are diminished probabilities.

Convenience kills.

The notion of one’s character feels a little too scholastic for me; a bit of a contrived ‘armchair analysis’ of a person who is hardly accurately described in terms of vague words like ‘brave’, ‘determined’, or the worst: ‘hard-working’.

[$var] is a data point, ‘fact’, ‘statistic’, ‘soundbite’, or any ‘piece of knowledge’ Is [$var] true?

Someone told me one that life, when abstracted over a single lifetime, is just the lines connecting the dots of the big days: births, graduations, deaths, marriages, accidents, meetings, move-ins, move-outs, etc.

The notion of better is troubling to me, philosophically.

“But it’s progress!

Philosophy is unique to me, as it seems to be the only field where as you question it, you just fall deeper into its midst.

I’m not sure if this will sound like me… I don’t know who you think I am.

While I detest any notion of perfection, in any pragmatic sense, I am enamored by the proximity in which we exist relative to all kind of perfect.

It’s strange.

Unlike many other ‘intellectual’ disciplines where layers upon layers of axoims are considered compulsory pre-requisite knowledge, Metaphysics is one that I think requires no such barrier to entry, at least much less of such.

When we consider the mathematician or even the physicist we entertain their headspace of thinking only in Platonic terms, or as I like to think of: Plato’s World.

Get back on that fucking horse!

What are the best, or even just minially effective time horizons for setting and achieving goals?

Nothing will ever be the same ever again.

Living in a world beyond our ancestors reckoning, are we living in their wildest dreams or worst of nightmares?

I avoid using the word perfect, for one because it is overused by those who have given the gravity of perfection too lenient a definition.

I’m exiting my usual [philosophical|existential|annoying] tone to utilize this blog in a different, perhaps more practical manner than I usually do: Put forth a personal project of mine as something I am currently working on in order to keep myself accoun…

If one begins with the terminal introspective question: Who am I?

Please don’t mistake the length of this post to me giving any fucksunrelated, but hilariously quotable video.

“The point of life is itself” “One should love life more than the meaning of it” These quotable motifs quell not the insatiable Socratic dialogue that is internal to me, many others too I imagine.

Social, health, ethnic, racial, economic [ad infinitum, nay nauseam!]

Is contented-ness at odds with ambition?

Cryptography: Yours truly’s Best secrets keep Everyone’s Reality checks Personal hell giving Unknown - None know Knowledge but themselves [As written] Cyberpunk Cryptography: everyone’s unknown Yours truly’s reality checks, none know Best secrets, keep pe…

I believe it was Huxley who first coined (or perhaps popularized) the term “Perennial Philosophy”, or the existence of an ‘underlying’ philosophy beneath the philosophies of relgions or quasi-religious idealogies.

Oh, the irony.

I figured it out!

An intellectual machine.

I conjured up this strange poetic scheme, likely not wholly original but I am no poet so it’s new to me: We know which lies haunt us are tough choices those bad reasons existence creates you, know not why Creates ~4 poems, maybe more if you stretch English

While we may call the brain the mushy organ behind our eyes, I call the mind its own abstract manifestation and all its manifestations, however abstract.