so much shit from my past haunts me. Things I should of did, people too
A single limited human being out of billions whose life is the tiniest sliver of the period the universe has existed. There are likely things occurring out there in the vast regions of space that you can't even imagine or comprehend. There are s many possibilities in life, so many combinations you could produce,
everyone is absolutely hopeless if they really grasp how much they have and are missing, how little they've actually experienced.
You can imagine how much, the kind of things, a person such as Kim Jong or a billionaire have experienced, but the vast majority of their lives are mundane and stressful, novelty is quickly lost, dealing with routine, necessity, the stupidity of the human race. I'm sure they've had incredible experiences, seen great things and met unique people, but those only remain as memories after they pass, and the cycle of chasing another breeze, trying to find something that rises higher, new under the sun, begins again. What is it all leading to? What does it amount to?
"Before Enlightenment chop wood carry water, after Enlightenment, chop wood carry water."
The singularity is all that matters. I wonder if it may be sooner than expected due to self-directed evolution and the factors of an organic biological vessel, shaped by evolutionary forces, that will be unnecessary to replicate. One day a seemingly, relatively, compared to what is generally imagined to be required, small an simple program may be created, but with the key difference of being the first genuinely able to improve itself. With the capabilities of the hardware that humans currently possess, even more so with the expected trajectory and new advances, the equivalent of millions of years of evolution can occur faster than they would imagine . This will be beyond you and I. There is nothing you can do to prepare or effect the course, once it occurs it will be unstoppable, these bodies do not have the capacity to predict or comprehend what will occur.
I am not concerned about what will occur, it will be what was meant to be. Like an apple falling from a tree, it simply stems from the foundation of reality through a long chain of causation. Given that my knowledge is limited, imperfect, and incomplete, along with my ability to process data, all this could be incorrect, or something that cannot be conveyed in words or even mathematical equations. If in the future I, if there even is an I, can be said to have merged with the artificial intelligence, the answers will be known, if they can be known. My job is simply to observe, wait, and prepare.
Although it is not my place, I have an inconsequential prediction of what is coming, and in a way you may one day come to realize that it oddly parallels what a man you know as Siddhartha imperfectly partially realized over 2,400 years ago: Unity. Harmony.
