A young seeker visited Master Jinen and asked,"Where does reality begin?"Jinen handed them a smartphone. The seeker scrolled."Where does it end?" they asked.Jinen took the phone and refreshed the feed."Master, I don’t understand!" the seeker said.Jinen smiled. "Neither does the algorithm."At that moment, the seeker awakened.
The forest has always been there. It was not planted, nor did it grow. It simply is.The trees stand too still, their bark smooth as bone, their branches reaching in ways that do not match the wind. The air is thick and still, as if it has been held in a dead thing’s lungs for … Continue reading The Sollow
Recently, I had a conversation with someone who believes that AI will eventually become sentient. They spoke passionately about the idea that, as technology continues to advance, AI could develop consciousness, emotions, and even independent thought.As I listened, I found myself thinking about how we often project our own ideas and hopes onto the technology … Continue reading A Conversation About AI and Sentience
Every life is precious, but some shine in ways that uplift us all. The kind and compassionate among us carry the best of humanity—healing, guiding, and inspiring others simply by being who they are. To lose even one of them needlessly is more than a tragedy; it is a moment for us to reflect deeply … Continue reading Compassionate Responsibility
Something I learnt in the last few years. This body—well, it’s seen better days. It creaks, it aches, it stumbles more than it should. Some mornings, even standing feels like a triumph. But through all of that, something unexpected has settled in—a quiet understanding, shaped as much by the struggles as by the small, fleeting … Continue reading The Beauty of a Cracked Mirror
I prefer to keep a low profile. It's not that I'm antisocial—I respect everyone's right to be social and connect. I'm just more of a non-social type. I like to blend in, avoid too much attention, and leave without making a big splash. Just like the others who were here before me, who no one … Continue reading What Watches from the Corner of the Room?
What’s one thing I’d change about myself? Probably the part that got stuck somewhere around the year 2000. But honestly, I like it here—it’s comfy, and the save icon still makes sense. Old enough to remember when computers relied on audio tape recorders to store and retrieve data. That sound—half screech, half static—marked the beginning … Continue reading How Old Am I?
The hardest decision I ever made? To stop chasing the world for peace and dare to face the quiet chaos within.
If sleep weren’t necessary, I’d probably become a different version of myself—one I might not choose. In the quiet hours when I can’t sleep, I dive into things that interest me, like exploring the history behind the music that speaks to me. Contemporary industrial dance is deeply rooted in the experimental sounds and subcultural aesthetics … Continue reading Order’s gone, facts clash!
There once was a roast, hot and steamy, With gravy that poured in a dreamy. Bangers so thick, Made the ladies all quick, And chips that were cheeky and creamy!
A Fool's Handbook 