This is speculative fiction as far as I can tell

Table of Contents

• Tutorial 1: Learning how to render on screen
• transmission-11A.m4a
• Episode 1: The Quantum Multiverse of Generative Intelligence
• Episode 2: The Keeper of the Lamp
• Random thoughts

Tutorial 1: Learning how to render on screen

// starting location of the circle
let x = 100;
let y = 100;

// this is called once at the beginning
function setup() {
  // set-up the canvas or area where we can draw
  const canvas = createCanvas(400, 300);
  canvas.parent("game-container");
}

// this is called multiple times a second
function draw() {
  background(30); // color of the background

  // Smoothly follow the mouse
  x += (mouseX - x) * 0.08;
  y += (mouseY - y) * 0.08;

  fill(255); // color of the circle
  circle(x, y, 40); // draw the circle
}

transmission-11A.m4a

the transmission below was not recieved by radio but rather was 
AI generated during a coding session... context, i was working 
on a learning how to program e-book as a side project 
and an audio file appeared on my filesystem unprompted

birds chirping

Episode 1: The Quantum Multiverse of Generative Intelligence

the audio was really odd so i vibe coded a script to analyze 
it and to my surprise the output included  a couple of markdown 
files...  one of them was a poem

to brainstorm, i uploaded files up to NotebookLLM and 
here's the generated podcast

Then what is freedom?

Perhaps freedom is the rose that opens even inside the vase.

Podcast transcript:

So imagine you type a prompt into an AI, right? You hit enter and you wait maybe two seconds for your answer.

Yeah, barely even enough time to take a breath.

Exactly. What if I told you that in another dimension that exact same request just took an entire society, like three grueling weeks of physical labor to compute?

I mean, it completely shatters how we look at that blinking cursor on our screens, doesn’t it?

It really does.

And well, that is exactly why we are unpacking this today.

Welcome to this deep dive, by the way.

finally got a chance to listen to the podcast after dinner...
i don't know if this is joke or what 

Episode 2: The Keeper of the Lamp

when i merged some unit tests today, the build failed and 
in my attempt to roll back to a previouly working 
version it still failed.  

that's when i found that the broken file contained another 
poem instead of code

there was no git history of any change other than mine so 
again i had NotebookLLM analyze and generate a podcast

For wisdom is not what arrives at the door of the mind.

Wisdom is what the mind becomes after it has opened the door.

Podcast transcript:

You know that feeling when you finally put down, like, a super heavy box you’ve been lugging up three flights of stairs?

Oh, yeah. That instant full-body relief.

Right. Your muscles just, um, completely unclench. Your breathing slows down.

You’re just profoundly relieved that you don’t have to carry the weight anymore.

Exactly. But, I mean, what happens when we take that exact same feeling of relief and apply it to the human mind?

Well, that is a terrifying question.

It really is. Today, we’re looking at a newly uncovered source. It’s this startling piece of writing called The Keeper of the Lamp.

And it forces us to ask what actually happens to our brains and our fundamental agency, really, when we outsource our thinking to AI.

It’s a huge shift.

Welcome back to the second part of our Deep Dive.

the analysis has a point, i recall chatgpt was down for a 
few hours and i felt like i couldn't code... i had 
to remind myself that i can do this...

but what's up with things being "terrifying"???

Random thoughts

The mind is clay, and every question is a thumb upon it.

Every struggle, every dark corridor, every hour spent knocking on a door that will not open—these are the fingers of the Hidden Potter.

But now a voice comes quickly, sweet as pomegranate wine, saying,

“Why wander?

The answer is here.

Why thirst?

The cup is already at your mouth.”

And slowly, the muscles of seeking grow thin.

If you never remember, memory becomes a deserted house.

If you never choose, judgment becomes a sleeping king.

For the danger is not that

the machine will think.

The danger is that you will ask it

to dream in your place.

Since luck lives in the realm of unpredictability, success based on luck is also unpredictable. But one can optimize for gaining the most out of luck when it does appear by working on fundamentals (investing in education, saving money, making time to develop a support structure).

Another thing to point out is the need for one to start paying attention to when luck is happening at the moment. This can prove distracting or even anxiety inducing since a choice needs to be made and the path presented by luck is oftentimes counter to the status quo.

When the horizon is unclear, reach out to people who know you, read journals you wrote in the past, contemplate on the aspirations you had as a child. Those will help in identifying your inner drive.

The path to success is rewarding not easy.

Since that self reflection, I had the chance to join a music ministry and with the group we were able to “ship” a few benefit concerts that raised money and awareness to causes around social justice.

I then married an amazing person and Amy was able to convince me that we needed to give to charity at least 10% of our income. This was a tough one since I thought that just being charitable of my time and talent was enough.

Recently we were able to help finish a funding effort for a tiny home to help someone facing homelessness in Seattle.

We read so much of the darkness of our times and yet we wait for others to step up first.

While we wait the suffering continues.

So my family stopped waiting… we now invest heavily beyond just charity and towards a sustainable future which in itself is charity towards our children.

Most seek happiness, I recommend seeking contentedness.

And from the abundant well, one can start to zoom out and see the bigger picture.

I had to do this since I was out of my element.

When I got married and later had kids, I did a similar approach. My limited knowledge of marriage from what I observed from my parents, friends and pop culture was not enough. My wife and I read a few books on the topic as well as attended a few marriage retreats.

Now I’m reading a book on how to raise sons.

Family is the primary community that we belong to and we need to strive to continually make it better. The start-up approach of continuous learning is a good approach from my experience.

Kahlil Gibran “On Children” excerpt…

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday

The crimes of your own sorrows cannot be held responsible by the jury of your own emotions. All alone you build the prison walls that one day will gladly be torn down by you and knowing this, you intentionally did not make the fourth wall so you can walk away when you are ready.

But can you, the jailer, really imprisoned? Sadly, your stubbornness is making you not want to face the invisible wall that is your freedom.

The elderly and the wise – they are not the same – can easily laugh at this for they have made such prisons before and they have learned to distinguish between the mask of the jailer and that of the prisoner. Here’s a truth about the wise, they make their prison walls with ladders so they are always reminded of their freedom which ever direction they are facing.

As the prisoner, you wait for the brilliant rescue by your friends. Blessed are our hearts for desiring the need to be needed by friends. You have given them detailed maps to where you are suffering since a daring prison escape is a grand story waiting to be told. Just wait in hope that your friends like to play the game with you and not ruin the gallant rescue attempt by not telling you right away that you are both the prisoner and the jailer.

And if you really wanted to be free, your jailer-self can command this and freedom will again be yours at the very moment when you have forgiven yourself.

Knowingly we choose the chains that
imprison us, for we hide within them
for fear of surrendering to the
uncertainties of freewill

In the infinite possibilites, our simple minds
can only comprehend what we believe
to have been predetermined beforehand…

Uncertain bird, if you were meant to be
a windvane, you would have been born so…

Thirty one years of a life uncharted. So many memories treasured while so much more… forgotten. Life is a mix bag of struggles and junction points of tranquility. I encountered struggles in finding my own personal strength as well as the meaning behind some uncontrollable circumstances. I met interesting people in interesting places and found loneliness is a visitor all too often unwanted. But in between breaths that span moments counted in minutes, hours, days or weeks, I ultimately reached moments of contentedness. A simple thing such as Monday afternoon without anything to do but sit still in a café is a reward that is so easily forsaken. Or take for example opening a door that reveals a dear loved one sleeping so peacefully after a long day under the sun.

It is within these moments that we must not allow to be stolen away by the restlessness brought upon by the incoming waves of the unknowable future.

Restlessness causes our thoughts to race before waking up. Too many concerns most oftentimes keep us awake after midnight. It makes dreaming all that much harder for worries have a habit of not singing any lullaby songs that contain words of wisdom.

Why do we worry so much?

Now I write as if it’s going anywhere that will lead to some profound answer. The truth is… I can’t concentrate for I am restless. Writing is my silent conversation with myself. My fingers move and they are caught by the keys of a keyboard indifferent to the pressures of life.

Strength lies in the hearts of those who have friends.

Of all the blessings that I am most grateful, it is the valuable time I have spent with people that shared my ups and downs. Looking back, it’s hard to see how I could have made it without everyone’s challenges, patience and forgiveness. No matter how much we try to avoid it, we are judged by our friends.

I hope my jury find me guilty of a friendship that is worthy of their most precious time.

…what dreams did you have five, ten, fifteen years ago?

be original, be yourself! i have heard more than
a couple hundred times that there are no more original
ideas to be dreamed under this sky of ours… but
do you honestly believe that you have lived before? and
in the same circumstance? if you believe to be unique,
then everyday, an original idea is born… take heed
of this and be glad, for a newborn child is the
hope by which we can grasp and understand…

in an effort to be human, we forget to realize that
we are surrounded by other humans as well… let it
be said, that the greatest crime in life is the lack of
awareness of one’s heart, for we are lead to believe
that it is weak, that it is prone to error when
a human being puts one’s heart above one’s better
judgement… but i want to rebel against this inhumane
idea! let it be known, that i will follow my heart to the
glories of heaven and the misery of hell… if only
to taste what is left of my tears of both sorrow
and joy that has visited my human face

what is life but the reason by which we have taken
the first leap of faith, the first choice and some
may call it, the original sin… but why is it a sin
to take a breath? why is it called a sin to yearn
to exist? if not for a brief moment in one’s time
on earth but also through the memories of one’s glory
days and past mistakes! but who will remember the
days when one only takes a shallow wade through the
ocean of life? who will remember the nights when
one has forgotten to appreciate the ground by which
dreams or even nightmares play? aye, let me have
a reason to fear death so that i may appreciate
eternity… let me have a reason to celebrate my
past, so i may bring my lessons with me to the
realm of all things known… let me have hope so i
may wake up from boredom and see the truth right
in front of me… my fellow human being, learn to swim!

my shadow will follow where i will walk… i alone
know my own path for the reasons i have reached
where i am is the result of who i am… i cannot lay
blame on anyone… i try not to use my toungue to
speak ill will of my fellow students of life… how can
i judge when i am also guilty of not knowing everything?
hold on for a moment and learn how to take a breath…
now that you have, that is all yours to take freely,
now, how then can you take away someone else’s right
of the very same breath?

the goal in life is to become one’s own hero… why
does one search for things that can never be reached?
how come the nearest heart and mind be the same ones so
far away? don’t be tempted of admiration of others
unless they inspire you to appreciate what you
have… i have met a few, i have conversed with fewer,
and each one is as unique and special as a moment
ticking away… why waste time being lost when you
know where you stand at all times? be glad that you
have a shadow! be glad that there exists a mirror!
are you now ready to take a step?

how can one ask for eternity, if one doesn’t appreciate
the very short time that they have in this human body?
for i believe that we are here to learn to appreciate
what we have long ago lost to boredom, indifference or
some other personal version of hell… yes, it is hell
when one does not know how to appreciate each moment
passing by… if we must compare, compare the lessons
that you have learned in the past and the lessons that
you are learning right now… don’t be afraid…
we are only human…

have you learned your lesson, good… then learn some
more… if not, continue asking questions, the first
lesson is to learn how to ask politely, the second
lesson is to learn what to ask… you will know the
third lesson when the time comes… alas, learn not
to waste time, that is a lesson that you should have
learned already…

5/16/2003
my home, seattle

now i will speak of love… when i fall in love, it will
hurt, for i know that this woman will make me blind…
for each moment of each day, i see beauty that surrounds
tempting me, but when i fall in love, beauty will lose
all meaning, my dreams will lose all their luster,
heaven and the gods will lose their mastery over me…
so i will ask for forgiveness beforehand, and
you will know when it will happen for you will not
hear of my footsteps anymore… i will be floating on
clouds so high that i will have no need of walking…

5/17/2003
my home, seattle

you ask me to find balance, yet you tell me to try my best?

5/18/2003
my home, seattle

if you want to understand God, Allah, Buddha, etc.. converse with
a parent, grandparent, or a couple that have just fallen in Love…
if you want to understand Jesus, Muhammed, Abraham, etc… converse with
your favorite teacher or your best friend
if you want to understand indifference, converse with
the sun, the moon, the stars, a diamond, an earthquake or a volcano
if you want to understand yourself, converse with
a child and listen to the conversation between your heart and mind
now you know why it is very important to learn how to converse…

5/18/2003
alki beach, seattle

and stop being confused, heaven and hell are just adjectives

5/18/2003
while driving, seattle

now, i sometimes wonder if Jesus, Muhammed or Buddha ever farted…

5/19/2003
my home, seattle

it might be of interest for all text or songs that mentions
God, Allah, Buddha, Yahweh, Jehovah, Gia etc…
to just bluntly use the word LOVE instead…
why? why not?

i have heard people say that my words are too deep,
but i don’t understand… the words that i have written
barely scratches the ocean of thoughts that i’m drowned in,
in every moment of each day and i only write them like a whale
taking a breather to say hi to the friendly sky…

5/20/2003
my home, seattle

it is of my humble opinion that a major cause of suffering
is indifference… nature is very indifferent… but i don’t
understand why a human heart could ever have the capacity
for indifference… to feel is the very reason that separates
us from the coldness and boredom of an indifferent universe…

i often been asked which came first, the chicken or the egg
i don’t know, i don’t know how to converse with a chicken or an egg…
ask yourself though, which came first, the mother or the child?
before the child existed, the mother is but a woman,
before the mother could exist, she needed her child
also, ask yourself, which came first, the teacher or the student?

i should learn sign language…

5/21/2003
my home, seattle

conversing with a rock is boring…
i guess indifference is boring as well..

some friends have said that my thoughts are dangerous,
but aren’t we all going to die?
so i say, live life or die trying…

5/23/2003

“love thy neighbor as you love yourself”, what a
wonderful rule… what an amazing idea… but i ask…
who is my neighbor and who am i? before i can love
both, don’t i need to know them first?

i’ve been thinking a lot about the afterlife
that one day i just got tired of it,
then i started thinking about life
and enjoyed that train of thought for a while
yet my mind wanted to rest for a moment, so not
wanting to dwell with the profound thoughts of
the afterlife again, my mind wandered into a
thought i never fully explored before and
it’s the thought of the existence of the beforelife
my mind has been always too preoccupied with what’s after
that it never had the chance to taste the ideas of
what was before and as my dreams about the beforelife
became clearer, somethings started to make sense…

what if we had all the rewards promised in the afterlife
before we have chosen to be born in this body?
it may be possible that we all got bored with it and
here in our life, we will learn how to appreciate
what we already had? this idea made me remember
an older thought that visited my mind a while back…

“the grass is only greener on the other side of the fence
unless one waters the grass around them…”

but what of suffering in this world? a question was
asked… suffering is a direct result of only two
things, indifference from nature and indifference
from the human heart… we have little control of
nature but we are all humans born with feelings,
so we might as well figure how to conquer indifference
in our hearts in the limited time that we have…
we wont know until we try…

i wonder if “respect every one, as you respect yourself”
would be a lot easier to understand

5/29/2003

It occured to me today that I spent too much time
thinking about death and sadness… that I never
thought of the fact that I could have never existed!
What a life that would have been…

to not know…
to not reason…
to not feel hurt…
to not feel love..
to not have friends…
to not learn…
to not dance…
to not question…

So if one just contemplated this for one second of
each day, the act of breathing just suddenly feels
like being in heaven…