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I'm sorry to say that I actually wrote it:
"The pinnacle of enshittification, or Large Language Models"
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Honestly, I hate that I read about LLMs all the time. I hate all the marketing bullshit, but also all the critical pieces. Not because the criticism is wrong. I hate them precisely because they’re right. And I hate the feeling that I have to write yet another piece on that same topic, to collect some of the thoughts I have had over the recent months.Machine learning isn’t anything new. Neither is calling it “artificial intelligence”. Not only pop science writers and journalists, but even more technical folk have been using the term, and I never complained. I didn’t complain about games having “AI” either. It was always clear that this is a special use of “intelligence”, one far from what animals truly possess. This changed recently.
When LLMs enabled chatbots to use human language, the misuse of the term exploded. Obviously, the marketing people loved calling it “artificial intelligence”. The media, the users and the whole IT industry followed. Even people who knew better stopped bothering. On top of that, anthropomorphisms became commonplace. LLMs could be said to be “thinking”, “lying”, “hallucinating”, to “approve” or “disapprove”, “like” or “dislike”…
Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad if not for the fact that LLMs are so good at imitating human intelligence. The problem is not really how people call them. The problem is that there is a number of people who start actually believing that their chatbots are conscious. And I can see why that would be happening…
"""And perhaps the most important piece:
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You may have noticed that I didn’t talk of quality per se. I don’t think there’s a point in doing that. I believe that LLMs sometimes spit quality slop, and sometimes they don’t. People who claim that they are “getting better and better” are probably right. Perhaps they will continue getting better, or perhaps they’ll suddenly start collapsing after eating too much of their own shit. That’s beside the point.The point is, however you look at it, LLMs are unethical. They may be useful, but they are poison — just like asbestos. They are trained in an unethical way, they are sold with immoral goals, and they are used to do a lot of evil. Yes, maybe they can make your life a little easier, a little more comfortable (just like cheap goods manufactured through slave labor). But is it something worth losing our humanity for?
You can just say “no”. Getting left behind can actually be a good thing.
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help — wtf is this?!
I was swimming earlier in the sea with my #AppleWatch SE (2) and afterwards the screen wasn’t responsive, so I tried to shut it down (thinking that’d fix it) but obviously I couldn’t press the shutdown button..
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Has Agile made us anti-design?
We should still design, and we can do it on the way to working code. Eric Normand explains.Recorded at Øredev 2023, where Eric discussed domain modeling and his concept of lenses for thinking about how you build your software.
An excerpt from Kodsnack 570 - listen wherever you get your podcasts!
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#Musk #ubermensch #InsiderPerspective#Liberated from FB #PhilipLow #nazisalute
Source: Philip Low on FB
I have known Elon Musk at a deep level for 14 years, well before he was a household name. We used to text frequently. He would come to my birthday party and invite me to his parties. He would tell me everything about his women problems. As sons of highly accomplished men who married venuses, were violent and lost their fortunes, and who were bullied in high school, we had a number of things in common most people cannot relate to. We would hang out together late in Los Angeles. He would visit my San Diego lab. He invested in my company.
Elon is not a Nazi, per se.
He is something much better, or much worse, depending on how you look at it.
Nazis believed that an entire race was above everyone else.
Elon believes he is above everyone else. He used to think he worked on the most important problems. When I met him, he did not presume to be a technical person — he would be the first to say that he lacked the expertise to understand certain data. That happened later. Now, he acts as if he has all the solutions.
All his talk about getting to Mars to “maintain the light of consciousness” or about “free speech absolutism” is actually BS Elon knowingly feeds people to manipulate them. Everything Elon does is about acquiring and consolidating power. That is why he likes far right parties, because they are easier to control. That is also why he gave himself $56 Billion which could have gone to the people actually doing the work and innovations he is taking credit for at Tesla (the reason he does not do patents is because he would not be listed as an inventor as putting a fake inventor on a patent would kill it and moreover it would reveal the superstars behind the work). His lust for power is also why he did xAI and Neuralink, to attempt to compete with OpenAI and NeuroVigil, respectively, despite being affiliated with them. Unlike Tesla and Twitter, he was unable to conquer those companies and tried to create rivals. I fired him with cause in December 2021 when he tried to undermine NV.
Elon did two Nazi salutes.
He did them for five main reasons:
1. He was concerned that the “Nazi wing” of the MAGA movement, under the influence of Steve Bannon, would drive him away from Trump, somewhere in the Eisenhower Executive Office Building, rather than in the West Wing which is where he wants to be. He was already feeling raw over the fact that Trump did not follow his recommendation for Treasury Secretary and that the Senate also did not pick his first choice;
2. He was upset that he had had to go to Israel and Auschwitz to make up for agreeing with a Nazi sympathizer online and wanted to reclaim his “power” just like when he told advertisers to “go fuck yourself”. This has nothing to do with Asperger’s;
3. There are some Jews he actually hates: Sam Altman is amongst them;
4. He enjoys a good thrill and knew exactly what he was doing;
5. His narcissistic self was hoping the audience would reflect his abject gesture back to him, thereby showing complete control and dominion over it, and increasing his leverage over Trump. That did not happen.
Bottom line: Elon is not a Nazi but he did give two Nazi Salutes, which is completely unacceptable.
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N.B. For the few whining about my post “sans connaissance the cause” and either trembling about my having shattered their illusions about their cult leader or thinking I am defending Elon:
I. My point is that he is transactional rather than ideological;
II. That being said, I am not defending him or his actions, just explaining them and confirming that he did, in fact, do two Nazi Salutes if anyone had doubts or believed the doctored footage of Taylor Swift doing the same thing to normalize what Elon did;
III. At some point, it matters to few people if one is a Nazi or if one acts like one. My father was a Holocaust Survivor. 32 out of 35 of his family members were murdered by Nazis. My mother’s grandparents were murdered in Auschwitz;
IV. After Elon tried to manipulate NV’s stock in 2021, I fired him with cause, and he was unable to exercise his stock options. In the aftermath of the Nazi Salutes, I told both him and his wealth manager to fuck off. Any remaining friendship between us ended with the Nazi Salutes. He is blocked on my end and I am pretty sure I am blocked on his;
V. I did not share what he told me in confidence. I just happen to know him extremely well, the person, the aspirations and the Musk Mask;
VI. I know who I am, have no desire to be famous and give exceedingly few media interviews. I prefer to work in obscurity and let the work speak for itself. I am certainly not envious and would definitely not want Elon’s life, including living in a bubble and having to make one outlandish claim after another and manipulate the public, elections and governments to shore up my stock and prevent the bubble from bursting. Unlike Elon, I am an actual scientist and inventor and I am not pretending to be someone I am not, like a fellow who got his BA in Econ at 26 all of a sudden pretending to be an expert in mechanical engineering, chemistry, rocket science, neuroscience and AI and keeping the people actually doing the work hidden and paying people to play online games in his name to appear smart and feed his so-called “Supergenius” Personality Cult — the “Imperator” has no clothes, and he knows it. I am just very disappointed in what happened to someone I had a lot of deep admiration for and the first person to find out about my concerns about his behavior was always him;
VII. He is the one who betrayed a number of his friends, including Sergey, and, given his actions, many other people who believed him and believed in him. I have no sympathy for this behavior, and at some point, after having repeatedly confronted it in private, I believe the ethical thing to do is to speak out, forcefully and unapologetically, whatever the risks may be, so as to not be part of the timid flock remaining silent while evil is being done, including propping up far right governments around the world in part to deregulate his companies and become the first trillionaire and otherwise to “rule the planet” — he knows Mars won’t be terraformed in his lifetime and he really wants his planet. No joke… Ethics matter. People matter. The truth matters.
I took down Descartes (through the Cambridge Declaration on Consciousness) and I am definitely not afraid of a so-called inventor whose greatest invention is his image.
I will not be silent. You should not be either. I am a sovereign individual, and so are you. I stood up to bullies, and am stepping out of the dark to do it again.
Stop working for him and being exploited by him. Sell your Tesla and dump your Tesla stock. Nikola Tesla was a great, creative and courageous man who led with ethics and by example and he would not have wanted for his good name to have been used by him and would agree with my principled stance. Sign off of “X” which is boosting far right propaganda, and of your Starlink as well. He is a complete cunt who doesn’t give a shit about you — only about power. Just ask Reid Hoffman. He only wants to control, dominate and use you — don’t let him and cut him and his businesses out of your and your loved ones’ lives entirely. Remember he is a total miserable self-loathing poser, and unless you are too, he will be much more afraid of you than you should ever be of him.
He will probably come after me, and I am completely fine with that. I am a self-made multibillionaire with an armada of lawyers — literally — and most importantly, I know who I am and who I stand for, the people and their freedoms, whatever happens. He can send his dumb Proud Boys and Oath Keepers after me and they will be butchered on sight. Either way, I would rather die with honor than live as a coward.
“Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented.” — Elie Wiesel, Holocaust Survivor and Nobel Peace Prize laureate -
I am lacking a little inspiration, and end up thinking of this image.
It's part of the sculpture 'Fountain of the Muses', by Carl Milles.
Taken at Millesgården in Stockholm about 25 years ago.
Somehow that sky is still there for me.
#inspiration #FountainOfTheMuses #CarlMilles #Millesgarden #Stockholm #ThreeMuses #Muse #BlueSky #BlueSkyThinking #silhouette #sculpture
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Y así la casi nula participación en ubicaciones locales de México en el Fediverso, aunque no se si sea por falta de interés, desconocimiento o falta de financiamiento... 👇 :thinking: :thinking:
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Y así la casi nula participación en ubicaciones locales de México en el Fediverso, aunque no se si sea por falta de interés, desconocimiento o falta de financiamiento... 👇 :thinking: :thinking:
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Y así la casi nula participación en ubicaciones locales de México en el Fediverso, aunque no se si sea por falta de interés, desconocimiento o falta de financiamiento... 👇 :thinking: :thinking:
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“Explain it so a ten-year-old would understand!” A hundred-year-old pedagogical model combined with a theory about language models has helped me think about how to best use ChatGPT, Claude, and Gemini as sounding boards and for learning new things – without losing the ability to “fly by the seat of my pants.”
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New phone, new life! Was using a 2016 iPhone SE, and finally just upgraded! I forget how quickly technology moves. It’s fun having a phone that actually does what you ask it to do. Lol
Side note: The reason I waited so long is because the newer screens (on any company) really mess up my vision. My eyes hate the high def and other fancy screens. My new phone is a newer screen from 2020. Not horrible, but still not nice on the eyes. I wish companies would stop thinking fancier is better. Give our eyes a rest! Eyes are people too! (I know I’m not the only one).
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Basically, the favorite hobby of pseudo-intellectuals and Pop authors is to caricaturize Marx's writings up to a point where there's nothing left besides a simplistic scarecrow designed to scare people with poor critical thinking skills. And everybody knows lazy thinking has always been very popular among lazy people :-D
It's extremely funny because people often end up accusing Marx of defending exactly the opposite of what he wrote. Why? Because they don't have time to read/are lazy / lack the literacy skills to understand Marx's writing. The fact is that Marx didn't care much about inequality per se and other topics usually associated with burgueois morality. He thought that all the traditional socialist tropes around injustice were just idealist bullshit - as a matter of fact they are.
"If anything, a common critique made by better-informed critics of Marxism is precisely that Marx was too much a product of the Enlightenment. In particular, via his very Pinkereseque optimism that human history was going to continue to advance: the technological forces of production would continue to develop under capitalism, this would last until capitalist relations of production became a fetter on their further development, and then capitalism would be transcended by a higher form of society which would be more free, equal and democratic. Technological progress would continue under socialism until we’re all living in post-scarcity idyll where everyone can pursue their own projects without income needing to be tied to labor contributions, and there will be so much to go around, everyone can simply take what they want. (This is the famous “from each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs” formulation from his Critique of the Gotha Program.) At this point, as Marx puts it in Capital Vol. 3, the “development of human powers” would become an end in itself for the first time."
https://www.currentaffairs.org/news/steven-pinker-doesnt-know-anything-about-marxism
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I am thinking about whether I should vote tactically in the EU elections, or vote with my heart. ❤️🤷🏼♂️🤔
I don’t think the party I want to vote for will get any seats, and other parties have the same attitude towards the same thing I’m most concerned about.
#EU #EUElections #SVpol #svpolitik #euval #euval2024 #EUvalet
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Muotoiluajattelu. Tuttu sana PowerPointin kalvosulkeisista ja konsulttien höpinöistä?
Mutta mitä se oikeasti tarkoittaa – ja mitä tekemistä sillä on verkkosivujen suunnittelun kanssa?
https://www.dude.fi/muotoiluajattelu-eli-design-thinking
#DesignThinking #muotoiluajattelu #verkkosivut #digitoimistoDude
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Impeachment is STILL an option.Maybe not over the tariffs [1] per se. But absolutely because the insane stink of this may be the smelling salts some GOP holdouts need to stop looking the other way on the felon's MANY impeachable crimes, not wanting the smell to rub off.
Plus the outcomes of the Wisconsin and Florida votes [2] could give them hope a primary threat can be beat. And they might FINALLY feel their greatest security is not as Friends of The Felon. Even though Dems lost the special elections, it was not by much. The GOP needs to read the room.
And the Dems need to throw them a lifeline if they try to act sanely. It would be terrible to lose democracy over a gripe about a few individuals who took way too long to see reason but finally did, and angry Dems thinking it was more important to see that injustice righted than Democracy saved. Politics is messy, and right now it matters to save the Constitution.
Well, not that I think impeaching the felon would put the Constitution in the clear. Vance is still a VERY dangerous guy [3] who wants an empire, not a republic. But one problem at a time.
It's really time for an impeachment.
Or even use of the 25th amendment, though on different grounds. The fact that he launched a trade war with penguins is one. [4] The biz about tariffs on smuggled fentanyl is another. [5]
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Keywords#politics #USPolitics #impeachment #25thAmendment #tariffs #economy #penguins #fentanyl #crash #recession #depression #BlueWave #resist #WisconsinSupremeCourt #democracy
Notes
[1] https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/c4g2xpev2l3o
[3] https://netsettlement.blogspot.com/2024/10/vance-notice.html
[5] https://bsky.app/profile/reichlinmelnick.bsky.social/post/3lltfuf5pgk2y
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Queria saber aqui se essa loucura que pensei de madruga faz sentido.
Nessa onda de substituir o gmail e o google agenda que tenho passado, pensei o seguinte
- hoje, em tese, qualquer um pode criar uma conta no #mastodon de forma que esta é relativamente comunicável de acordo com a instância, assim podemos usar o mesmo como identidade digital no sentido de mandar e receber mensagens (tipo caixa de email mesmo)
- Se o #activepubsub é um protocolo em si, organizando, daria pra fazer algo tipo um calendário? Dai teriamos envio de mensagem e agenda, faltando só uma solução descentralizada pro #meet
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Vietnam: a dynamic and forward-thinking partner for Sweden
Vietnam and Sweden hold substantial potential for sustainab…
#Sweden #Sverige #SE #Europe #Europa #EU #breakingnews #business #commodity #corporate #EconomicNews #equitymarkets #finances #financialmarketnews #foreignexchangenews #fundmarkets #greentransformation #industrialnews #initialpublicofferings #internationalrelations #investing #News #nyheter #Politics #securities #sweden #vietnameconomictimes
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I've been using generative #AI for over two years now –a few months before, I was struggling to understand the Python #TensorFlow #neuralNetwork library, without much success 😬– and I'm increasingly convinced that the exponentially incredible increase in AI capabilities is leading us to a wild socioeconomic shift in a very short time, especially in the field of #work 👷🏼♀️; and let's not even talk about Public Administration, where we're stuck with labor models and future aspirations that will be completely inconsequential and insignificant in no time ⌛ –our foresight is truly laughable 😶🌫️.Neural networks learn 🧠, they aren't programmed; the generation of knowledge beyond the original training data is already becoming a reality 🙀; completely autonomous and intelligent #robotics is right here 🦿. In short, we need to get our act together and stop thinking it's not a big deal... It's a huge deal🤯! In the West, work as we know it is going to end –unless there's a nuclear cataclysm first 🎆– and we better start fighting for our piece of the pie 🎂 ."
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Llevo usando #IA generativa desde hace más de dos años –ya unos meses antes me peleaba por entender un poco la librería de #redesNeuronales TensorFlow de Python, sin conseguirlo demasiado 😬– y cada vez estoy más convencido de que el aumento de capacidades de las IAs, que es increiblemente exponencial 📈, nos dirige a un cambio socioeconómico salvaje en muy poco tiempo, especialmente en el campo del #trabajo 👷🏽; y no digamos en la Administración Pública, que estamos con modelos laborales y con pretensiones de futuro que serán completamente intrascendentes e insignificantes en nada de tiempo ⌛ –desde luego nuestra capacidad de prospectiva es de llorar 😓.
Las redes neuronales aprenden 🧠, no se programan; la generación de conocimiento alejada de los datos de entrenamiento originales 😲 empieza a ser ya real; la #robótica 🦾 completamente autónoma e inteligente está ahí al lado. En fin, que ya nos podemos poner las pilas y dejar de pensar que no es para tanto... ¡Es para más! 💣. En occidente se va a acabar el trabajo tal y como lo conocemos –si no hay un cataclismo nuclear antes 💥– y ya podemos ir peleando para que nos toque un trozo del pastel 🍰.
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🧠 Thinking Machine, la realtà creata da Mira Murati propone un nuovo paradigma per l’interazione uomo-AI: modelli progettati per collaborare in tempo reale.
👉 I dettagli: https://www.linkedin.com/posts/alessiopomaro_openai-ai-genai-activity-7460280291593527296-wN-b___
✉️ 𝗦𝗲 𝘃𝘂𝗼𝗶 𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗶𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗼/𝗮 𝘀𝘂 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗲, 𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗶𝘁𝗶 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝘄𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿: https://bit.ly/newsletter-alessiopomaro -
#TTRPG #writing #evil #CurseOfStrahd
For some reason, I've been thinking about evil a lot today.
Okay, it's not entirely my fault. I was inspired.
Two entries. Totally worth reading.
https://grimtokens.garden/Thoughts/Curse+of+Strahd+and+the+Decline+of+Depicted+Evil
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RELATOS IMAGINADOS: Los misterios Interiores
IMAGINED STORIES: The Inner Mysteries
Por Antonio Pippo
La tarde cae, gris. Es un baño de plomo que va oscureciéndose con rapidez de ladrón, devora al día que agoniza y así, en ese tiempo indefinible durante el cual todas las cosas parecen tiznadas de melancolía, le abre camino a la noche, que aparece como una traición.
The afternoon falls, gray. It’s a leaden bath that darkens with the swiftness of a thief, devouring the dying day, and thus, in that indefinable time when all things seem tinged with melancholy, it paves the way for night, which arrives like a betrayal.
Desde este sitio al que he llegado, un largo y angosto, de una sola y alta ventana y luz escasa y amarilla, puedo ver cómo llueve allá afuera. Es una lluvia despaciosa pero persistente, que se precipita como una desgracia o, quién sabe, como una bendición; siempre al menos dos formas de mirar una misma cosa y la distancia que va de una a otra suele ser la que va de la resignación a la esperanza. O al revés. ¡Si lo sabré yo! Mirar esa única ventana debería ser como mirar a la calle; es decir, estar ahí, en la propia calle, observándola, como si una parte de tantas que integran esa calle cobrase vida y pudiese a su vez observar, desde su condición de parte, la totalidad. Pero no. Su vidrio sucio, estriado por el agua que golpea y resbala, lo difuma todo y especialmente distorsiona las siluetas que cruzan.
From this place I’ve arrived at, a long, narrow room with a single, high window and scant, yellow light, I can see the rain outside. It’s a slow but persistent rain, falling like a misfortune or, who knows, like a blessing; always at least two ways of looking at the same thing, and the distance between them is often the distance between resignation and hope. Or vice versa. I should know! Looking at that single window should be like looking at the street; that is, being there, in the street itself, observing it, as if one part of the many that make up that street came to life and could, in turn, observe, from its position as a part, the whole. But no. Its dirty glass, streaked by the water that hits and runs down it, blurs everything and especially distorts the silhouettes that pass by.
Eso sí: me doy cuenta de que todo ahí afuera andan apurados, quieren llegar pronto a alguna parte, escapar de la lluvia, del frío, tal vez del absurdo de estar pisando charcos, tropezando con otros, descubriendo ahora, en medio de un atardecer gris y húmedo, que vivir no es fácil, que tiene su precio. Ah, pero esos deben ser, me imagino, los conocen una sola forma de mirar -y de sufrir- aquello que les cae y los empapa y los hace temblar; para ellos, pobres seres cuya única pretensión es huir, no hay dos formas de apreciar la lluvia; se advierte en sus cuerpos encogidos, en sus pasos torpes y ansiosos, en sus rostros arrugados y en sus bocas que mascullan insultos inútiles y luego aprietan los dientes. Ellos solo piensan en un escape, en alcanzar rápido un sitio al que puedan imaginar propio, acogedor, seguro.
That said, I realize that everyone out there is in a hurry, wanting to get somewhere quickly, to escape the rain, the cold, perhaps the absurdity of stepping in puddles, tripping over others, discovering now, in the middle of a gray and damp sunset, that life isn’t easy, that it has its price. Ah, but those must be the ones, I imagine, they only know one way of seeing—and suffering—what falls on them and soaks them and makes them shiver; for them, poor beings whose only aim is to flee, there are no two ways of appreciating the rain; it’s evident in their hunched bodies, their clumsy and anxious steps, their wrinkled faces, and their mouths that mutter useless insults and then clench their teeth. They only think of an escape, of quickly reaching a place they can imagine as their own, welcoming, safe.
¿Engañosamente seguro? ¿Hay, acaso, un lugar definitivamente propio? Se me hace que son individuos que sólo ven no sólo una parte de la realidad, sino una parte de sí mismos. Es una huida.
Deceptively safe? Is there, perhaps, a place that is truly one’s own? It seems to me that they are individuals who see not only a part of reality, but a part of themselves. It’s an escape.
Pero… ¿y yo no he estado pensando también en un escape? ¿Qué tengo de diferente entonces? Bueno, ellos no están en situación de aquietarse y filosofar, mucho menos de elegir; no pueden pensar en otra cosa y por eso mismo creo que justifica mi compasión, que me entristezca con su destino, aunque sea el destino tan breve de estos instantes en que mi mirada se detiene en ellos y creo comprender qué les pasa. Es que si llueve y oscurece y ellos andan a la intemperie, tan solo por eso, creo (se me ha ocurrido de pronto, en realidad no lo sé) que son incapaces ahora de conmoverse con una idea, quizás con una música o hasta con la contemplación de la belleza de una adolescente que también corre, pero riendo, con la ropa mojada tersando su piel joven.
But… haven’t I also been thinking about an escape? What makes me different, then? Well, they are not in a position to quiet themselves and philosophize, much less to choose; they can’t think of anything else, and for that very reason, I believe it justifies my compassion, my sadness at their fate, even if it is the fleeting fate of these moments when my gaze lingers on them and I think I understand what they are going through. Because if it rains and grows dark and they are out in the open, for that reason alone, I think (it occurred to me suddenly, I don’t really know) that they are now incapable of being moved by an idea, perhaps by music, or even by the contemplation of the beauty of a young girl who is also running, but laughing, her wet clothes smoothing her youthful skin.
Mirando a tantos que escapan de una tarde tan triste -caramba, insisto: ¿yo mismo no lo haría, acaso no lo hice cuando busqué este bar ignoto?-, es posible comprender que nuestra relación con el planeta que habitamos sea desprolija, contradictoria; y pienso que este adjetivo, que acaba de venir a mi mente vaya a saber por qué impulso, se parece a una manera de ejercer la piedad. Claro, ahí afuera, sobre todo ahí afuera, empapados hasta el alma y asfixiados de gris, quién puede detenerse a pensar qué diablos pasa con el mundo, con la naturaleza y con nosotros, ni por qué.
Looking at so many people escaping such a dreary afternoon—goodness, I insist: wouldn’t I do the same, didn’t I when I sought out this obscure bar?—it’s possible to understand that our relationship with the planet we inhabit is messy, contradictory; and I think that this adjective, which just came to me for some unknown reason, resembles a way of expressing pity. Of course, out there, especially out there, soaked to the bone and suffocated by gray, who can stop to think about what the hell is happening to the world, to nature, and to us, or why?
Es muy fácil para uno, ya amparado por la calidez de un lugar ocasional que lo aleja del frío y la lluvia, y puesto en observador de los demás, hablar de ideas, de emociones y sentimientos, en fin, de todo aquello que aunque pasen años y años, ya con poco por vivir, no alcanzamos a discernir: no “qué somos” sino “quiénes somos”. Si, está la memoria, para jugarnos picardías reapareciendo el recuerdo de tantos recuerdos que van quedando cada día más lejos; sin embargo, ¿cuál es la explicación de todo lo que ocurre y de nuestras reacciones? ¿Cuáles son, si los hay, los por qué? Por ejemplo, dónde nace esta angustia que no puedo ni describir y que quiero borrar con la realidad que me rodea ahora?
It’s easy for someone, sheltered by the warmth of a temporary refuge from the cold and rain, and positioned as an observer of others, to talk about ideas, emotions, and feelings—in short, about everything that, even after years and years, with little left to live, we can’t quite grasp: not «what we are,» but «who we are.» Yes, memory is there, playing tricks on us by bringing back memories that fade further each day; however, what explains everything that happens and our reactions? What are the «whys,» if any? For example, where does this indescribable anguish come from, this anguish I want to erase with the reality that surrounds me now?
Quizás hay preguntas que no deben hacerse.
Perhaps there are questions that shouldn’t be asked.
Quizás hay respuestas que es mejor no conocer.
Perhaps there are answers that are better left unknown.
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Wanna Stop Writing After This
“For a long time now, the role of the Brahmin has been outsourced to other countries, particularly Europe and the US. Why? Because we Indians have stopped thinking many centuries back.”
Neruda, I Feel Sadder Than You Tonight
No reason Neruda that I feel sad
You at least had your girl to blame
I have nothing and no one to blame
For how I feel now, just life itself
Galls me to no end, where I feel mocked
By life itself which demands it be understood
Am I supposed to love life and not the woman
But I do not know what life is nor how to live
Shall I just drink a Coke and open happiness
But Coke’s fizz lasts less time than morning dew
The sun is hot but it’s supposedly life-giver
But when I step out in the aft’noon it’s killing
So, I cannot trust the very so-called life-giver
Nothing in nature seems benign, not even society
And when night comes, cocooned here in my flat
I can’t see the stars, and moon interests me not
All I can look forward to now is slow deterioration
One by one the powers will desert me, from the teeth
To the knees to the memory to the interest
Time cares not to show anyone any compassion
The philosophy I know is even more problematic
In a way it gives me relief from these thoughts
And in a way it doubles the pain by showing
This whole life was a waste of time, no study
Nor emotion nor smile nor understanding
Takes you where you want to be, and these days
I am not even sure where I want to be, not even to be
I cannot even go back to where I came from
Nor can I know where I have to go, nor whether
Any journey is worth it at all, as now I understand
This flight from myself is the cause of all problems
And, when I look into myself, I find only wisdom
And that wisdom tells me I do not understand at all
Neither Truth nor Love, for wisdom tells me
If you think you understand Truth and Love
Why are you still undertaking many a journey.
“Everything in this world has a cause. And every effect becomes in turn a cause. Where there are causes and effects, there is change underway. Where there is change how can Truth be. And where there is no Truth how can love be.”
“Definition of a perfect love story: Going from aroused to erased.”
“Most human love arises out of fear, is sustained by fear, and ends a quiet death due to fear.”
“Life is a Russian roulette.”
“Perfect recipe for dissatisfaction in life: Wanting to be happy always all the time no matter what.”
“Some say God is Truth. Some say God is Love. Both are wrong. God is. Period.”
“Love is not an add-on to the other things in your life. Love is the life.”
“Love is the ultimate soporific which dullens the pain of existence.”
“We think there is life. That is the death of us.”
“We are all lost in our desires. Desires take us to the future. Inhabiting the future, we fail to live because life is happening in the present.”
Jagat (Sanskrit: जगत्) primarily means the world, universe, or earth. It is derived from the root gacchati (“that which moves”), signifying that the universe is in constant motion, ever-changing, and ephemeral.
Core Meanings & Contexts:
• The Moving World: It refers to all that is moving, animate, living, and changing, encompassing the entire material universe.
• Vedanta Philosophy: It is often described as mithya (dependent reality/illusion) in comparison to the absolute reality of Brahman, often referring to the subjective experience of the material world.
• Spiritual/Non-dualism: In some contexts, it is interpreted as the manifestation or “body” of the divine, completely dependent on the Supreme for existence.
• Common Usage: In Hindi and other Indian languages, it is used for “world” or “universe,” and sometimes implies a specific field or community (e.g., Nari Jagat – world of women).
Common Compound Words:
• Jagadish/Jagannath: Lord of the Universe (Vishnu or Shiva).
• Jagatmata: Mother of the World (Durga).
Jagat is also a common Indian name for boys, signifying the universe.
“Don’t wait for retirement or for that smile; be happy today, nay, right now.”
“Dare to be who you are.”
Give me some deeply philosophical quotes of Arthur Rimbaud.
Claude responded: Here are some deeply philosophical quotes from Arthur Rimbaud:
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On the Self & Identity
“I is another.” — Letter to Georges Izambard, 1871
One of his most famous lines, suggesting the self is not a fixed entity but something foreign, observed from the outside — a radical idea that anticipated modern theories of subjectivity.
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On Disorder & Vision
“The poet makes himself a seer by a long, prodigious, and rational disordering of all the senses.” — Letter to Paul Demeny (Lettre du Voyant), 1871
Rimbaud’s manifesto for poetry: to reach true vision, the poet must shatter ordinary perception and embrace suffering as a path to illumination.
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On Life & the Absolute
“Real life is absent. We are not in the world.” — A Season in Hell
A haunting declaration of alienation — the sense that authentic existence lies forever beyond reach, and the world we inhabit is a kind of unreality.
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On Suffering & Knowledge
“One must be absolutely modern.” — A Season in Hell
Deceptively simple, this is Rimbaud’s demand to break entirely with tradition — to find truth not in the past but in the raw, uncharted present.
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On Love & Hell
“I have swallowed a famous mouthful of poison. Thrice blessed be the counsel that came to me! My bowels are on fire. The violence of the venom twists my limbs, deforms me, lays me low.” — A Season in Hell
A visceral metaphor for the self-destruction that comes with absolute passion — love, ambition, and vision as simultaneously poison and revelation.
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On Eternity
“It has been found again. What? Eternity. It is the sea mixed with the sun.” — Eternity
A mystical fragment — eternity not as abstraction but as a sensory, almost pantheist fusion of natural forces.
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On Freedom
“Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.” — A Season in Hell
Rimbaud suggests that rational intellect alone cannot unlock the deepest truths — only a surrender to something greater can.
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Rimbaud’s philosophy is essentially one of radical becoming — the self must be destroyed, perception unhinged, and comfort abandoned in order to glimpse something true. He abandoned poetry entirely at 19, which many see as the ultimate philosophical act: refusing to be captured even by his own genius.
“Vivekananda, when he was young, really young, went around asking everyone, ‘Have you seen God’. And when he posed the same question to Ramakrishna Paramahansa, RP replied, ‘Yes, only more clearly than I see you now.’ Now, the question that can be asked is was RP, like J. Krishnamurti always said he does, ‘Answering the questioner rather than the question.’ Otherwise, the correct answer is, ‘What a stupid question, Naren, all you have been seeing all your life is ONLY God but you have been thinking you are seeing the world’.”
Buddha’s Mistake
Sam’s First Noble Truth
I agree with Buddha’s First Noble Truth that “Life is suffering”.
Sam’s Second Noble Truth
I do not agree with Buddha’s Second Noble Truth that “Desire is the cause of suffering.”
My point is that once you have understood that “Life is suffering”, you should also understand the simple logic that “No life, no suffering.”
So, do not bother about desires and all such nonsense.
Do not get caught in such traps, traps which arise only if you are living.
Just end life and you are done.
Or, rather realise you were never born.
No Sex, No Salvation, No Sam
I do not want to get caught
In the vortex of these Fie-loss-oafers
And whatever theories they spin
About this world, existing only in imagination;
When I talk about myself Sam
Or about Sex and Salvation, I do so
Under Erasure, as that Algerian Jew would have it
Who set afire many an academic department in the US
And, I note with pleasure his association in 1966
With my alma mater Johns Hopkins, kickstarting
That peculiar school of philosophy, poststructuralism,
But, why dabble and grapple even dilettantishly
With these games that minds of philosophers play
I who have understood Kena Upanishad’s admonition
That if you think Truth is there for the taking by the mind
You poor thing how little you understand
And where is the mind but in this world
Or is the world in the mind
Now, now don’t confuse me
I refuse to play this game with these words
For I know too well that if I renounce words
Which is the only true Vairagya that is there
And not so-called Vairagya of Kamini-Kanchana
Then in that silence all doubts are quelled
All truths stand revealed, and I know
Whatever I knew till now was wrong
And I learn to let go of not only Socrates and Sartre
But also of Maharshi and Maharaj
For where do they all exist
Except in my fertile imagination
As do Sex, Salvation and Sam.
“The tree has to bend to every wind, but it cannot know why the wind is blowing.”
“In the autumn, it is foolish for the tree to try to hold on to the leaves.”
“There is no spot in the pot where there is no clay.”
“In every love story, there is something more than biology at play.”
“My Call”
Yes, Michael, it always was your call
To go solo or to go with the family
And also your call to spread love and light
To this world through your moves.
Music, moods, musings, and murmurings
And did you change the world?
Who knows? Maybe a few and here and there
When you were alive, and a few more might change
Long after you are gone as long as your music lives on
Surely, though, you yourself must have escaped
The suffering that the blind strivings of the Will
Imposes on one, if Schopenhauer is to be believed,
With your Dionysian spirit that Nietzsche championed.
Yet how I despair Michael, my call
Is that this world is condemned to its duality
Of light and darkness, good and bad, virtue and vice
Socrates, Buddha, Lao Tzu, Jesus could not fix the world
So, Michael, you are forgiven, too, for failing
Though your critics would point out your own failings.
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Maya (the cosmic creative/illusory power) is constituted by the three gunas — Sattva (clarity, harmony), Rajas (activity, passion, restlessness), and Tamas (inertia, darkness, ignorance). As long as manifestation exists — as long as anything is appearing — all three gunas are present in varying proportions. You can’t have Maya with only Sattva, because pure undifferentiated Sattva would dissolve back into Brahman. The tension and dynamism of Rajas and Tamas are what keep the world-appearance going.
So yes, suffering and evil are structurally baked into manifestation itself. Tamas produces ignorance, delusion, and stagnation; Rajas produces craving, conflict, and agitation — both are inexhaustible engines of suffering at the cosmic level.
This creates an important asymmetry:
At the individual level, liberation is possible — you can step out of identification with the gunas entirely, which is what Nisargadatta and Ramana point to. The Self is not a product of the gunas.
At the collective or historical level, you might get periods of greater Sattva, but Rajas and Tamas always reassert themselves — civilizations rise and fall in cycles (the yuga framework reflects exactly this).
At the cosmic/natural level, as long as Maya is operating, the interplay of gunas never ceases. Suffering doesn’t “end” — it’s part of the texture of manifestation.
This is also why Advaita doesn’t promise the world will get better or that evil will be eliminated — it says the world as such is the wrong level to seek resolution. The resolution is recognition of that which was never in the gunas to begin with. Nisargadatta’s typical move is precisely this — he doesn’t ask you to fix the dream, he asks you to wake up from it.
Universal liberation of the cosmos is a category error within this framework. The most Maya can do is oscillate; it cannot transcend its own constituents.
Two Ways to Retire Early
1. Earn as much as is 100% sufficient for your wants.
2. Pare down your wants (but NOT to the bare minimum) so that you can retire earlier than you can under Scenario 1.
I chose the latter option by becoming sort of a minimalist because I realized that happiness does not come from accumulating more and more, be it wealth or any other damn thing.
When did more and more wealth ever make anyone more and more happy.
And, if you need more and more money to become more and more happy, know that you are not going about it the right way.
Money cannot buy almost anything worthwhile.
Anyway, the best things in life are either damn cheap or totally free.
Don’t think so?
Well, my friend, good luck with that happiness you are chasing.
No, I forget, you are chasing money not happiness.
Let me know when you shift your rat race from pursuing money to pursuing happiness, then as Paul Simon sang, “I can be your long-lost pal.”
What about the work that needs to be done in this world that might suffer if you retire early?
Ha, ha, ha, as if you are working FOR the world. Get real.
Besides, there are enough unemployed people out there to fill the space that you vacate.
And, besides, if people thought like I am suggesting, then believe you me, far less work will be needed to be done in this world so that the world can get along by just fine.
Ha, ha, ha…how bad people are at thinking!!!
Well, well, I guess God knows what he is up to.
Homo Duplex
Homo duplex (“the double human”) is a theory by sociologist Émile Durkheim (1858–1917) proposing that humans possess a dual nature: part biological organism driven by selfish individual desires (“profane”), and part social being guided by morality, collective consciousness, and social constraints (“sacred”).
Key Components of Homo Duplex:
• The Profane (Individual): This side consists of personal appetites, instincts, selfishness, and bodily sensations.
• The Sacred (Social): This side comprises moral forces, social solidarity, shared values, and altruism, which are cultivated through societal interaction and collective rituals.
• The Tension: Durkheim argued that society requires a balance between these two sides to prevent individualism from leading to unhappiness, greed, or excessive anomie (social instability).
• Societal Role: Socialization, education, and religion play crucial roles in regulating the individual’s “animalistic” nature and nurturing their “moral” or “social” side.
This concept underscores the idea that humans find their highest potential not in isolation, but by participating in a larger social whole.
What Durkheim Was Really Saying
At its core, Homo Duplex is Durkheim’s answer to one of philosophy’s oldest
questions: what kind of creature is a human being? His answer was deliberately
paradoxical — we are simultaneously two things at once, and that tension is not a
flaw to be resolved, but the very engine of social and moral life.
This was a bold move in the late 19th century. Darwinian biology was pushing toward
the view that humans were essentially animals with sophisticated brains.
Enlightenment liberalism, on the other hand, celebrated the sovereign individual.
Durkheim rejected both as incomplete. He insisted you cannot understand a human
being by looking only at their biology or their individual rational mind — you must
look at what society does to and inside them.
Unpacking the Two Sides
The Profane (the animal self)
The word “profane” here doesn’t mean vulgar in the everyday sense — it means
outside the sacred, ordinary, earthly, bodily. This is the self that:
Hungers, lusts, fears, and competes
Acts in its own interest without reference to others
Exists in time and space as a finite, mortal organism
Durkheim didn’t moralize this side as evil — he saw it as simply pre-social. It is what
we are before society gets hold of us. Left entirely to this nature, humans would be,
in Hobbes’ famous phrase, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.
The Sacred (the social self)
The “sacred” is what society implants into the individual. This is a profound and
somewhat unsettling idea: your moral conscience, your sense of duty, your empathy,
your values — these are not naturally yours. They were installed by the collective.
This side includes:
The capacity for self-sacrifice
Loyalty to groups, nations, ideals
Moral disgust and reverence
The ability to feel that something is bigger than yourself
Crucially, Durkheim believed this sacred dimension is genuinely real and genuinely
powerful — but its source is social, not divine or innate. When you feel moral awe,
you are, in his view, feeling the weight of society pressing on your consciousness.
The Tension: Why the Conflict is Necessary
Durkheim didn’t want the tension resolved — he wanted it managed. Here’s why:
Too much profane (pure individualism) leads to anomie — a condition where
social norms collapse, individuals feel unmoored, and rates of depression,
crime, and even suicide rise. His famous study Suicide (1897) showed that
societies with weak social bonds had higher suicide rates — a radical,
counterintuitive argument.
Too much sacred (total collective absorption) leads to fatalistic overregulation
— where individuals are crushed under the weight of social duty,
also producing misery and, paradoxically, suicide of a different kind (what he
called altruistic suicide, dying for the group).
The sweet spot is a productive friction — society strong enough to give life meaning
and structure, but not so totalizing that it erases the individual.
Socialization as the Civilizing Mechanism
When Durkheim says education, religion, and socialization regulate the individual’s
animalistic nature, he means something very specific: they transfer the sacred into
the individual so thoroughly that it feels like their own conscience. This is the
machinery of moral internalization.
Think of how a child is taught not to steal. At first, it’s external — “don’t do that or
you’ll be punished.” Eventually, the prohibition becomes internal — “I don’t want to
steal, it feels wrong.” For Durkheim, that feeling of wrongness is society speaking
through you. You have been successfully socialized. The collective has colonized
your inner life — and this is not manipulation, in his view; it is what makes you fully
human.
Religion, in particular, fascinated him because its rituals (collective gatherings, shared
symbols, emotional ceremonies) were the most powerful mechanisms for recharging
the social self — reminding individuals viscerally that they belong to something
beyond themselves.
Where Homo Duplex Connects to Bigger Ideas
Concept Connection to Homo Duplex
Freud’s Id/Superego
Strikingly parallel — the id (drives) vs. the superego
(internalized social rules). Both emerged around the same
era, independently.
Rousseau’s Noble
Savage
Durkheim inverts Rousseau — society doesn’t corrupt
natural goodness; it creates moral goodness in the first
place.
Nietzsche’s critique of
herd morality
Nietzsche saw society suppressing the individual as a
tragedy. Durkheim saw it as a necessity — even a gift.
Modern psychology
Jonathan Haidt’s social intuitionist model echoes Homo
Duplex — moral feelings are social products, not individual
reason.
A Critical Perspective
Homo Duplex is elegant, but not without its critics:
It’s overly binary. Human nature resists clean splits into “animal vs. social.”
Much of what Durkheim calls “profane” (love, curiosity, creativity) is not
straightforwardly selfish.
It romanticizes the collective. Durkheim’s framework can justify social
conformity too easily. History shows that the “sacred social” can endorse
racism, nationalism, and genocide just as easily as altruism.
It underestimates individual agency. Humans don’t just receive society
passively — they also reshape it. The individual isn’t merely a battleground
between animal drives and social imprinting.
The Bottom Line
Homo Duplex is a powerful lens for understanding why humans are so
contradictory — capable of extraordinary selfishness and extraordinary sacrifice,
often in the same person, sometimes within the same hour. Durkheim’s lasting
insight is that this is not hypocrisy or moral failure. It is the structure of what we are:
biological creatures who can only realize their deepest potential by surrendering part
of themselves to something collective and larger. We are, as he saw it, always living
on the border between the animal and the social — and civilization is the ongoing,
never-finished negotiation between those two halves.
Kids? Just say no
You don’t have to dislike children to see the harms done by having them. There is a moral case against procreation
https://aeon.co/essays/having-children-is-not-life-affirming-its-immoral
No Words To Say What I Want To Say
Strange how sometimes you are at a loss for words
When you realize the words you used have not been understood
And using more words would only complicate the picture
Because the words have to go through the sieve
Of other minds and hearts, though mine they have navigated,
And this is not just my problem, just the human condition
And until we understand silence we cannot understand each other
But unfortunately, until then we have to keep using words
And thereby keep encountering battlefields of various sorts.
“There’s a divinity that shapes our ends, / Rough-hew them how we will” is a famous quote from William Shakespeare’s Hamlet (Act 5, Scene 2). Spoken by Hamlet, it means that a divine power or fate determines the ultimate outcome of our lives, regardless of how clumsily we plan them.
Key Details and Context:
Context in Play: Hamlet says this to Horatio while explaining how he survived
a plot to kill him, suggesting he has accepted fate.
Meaning: “Rough-hew” refers to shaping a rough block of wood. It suggests
humans make rough plans (“rough-hew”), but God or destiny refines the final
outcome (“shapes our ends”).
Theme: This reflects a shift in Hamlet from indecision to a fatalistic acceptance
of whatever happens, including the “special providence in the fall of a
sparrow”.
It shows a shift from a belief that mortals control their destiny to a belief that higher
forces are in control.
“There’s a Divinity That Shapes Our Ends” — Through the Lens of Advaita
Vedānta
And the Self Reveals Itself to Whom She Chooses
I. The Two Voices Speaking the Same Truth
Shakespeare’s Hamlet, standing at the threshold of death with a curious calm, utters
something that no purely Western philosophical framework can fully contain. He is
not simply expressing fatalism. He is not surrendering to an external God the way a
theist might. Something deeper is trembling in those words — something that
Advaita Vedānta, the non-dual philosophy of Śaṅkarācārya, can illuminate with
remarkable precision.
Advaita means not-two. Its central revelation is that Brahman — the infinite,
undivided, self-luminous Consciousness — is the only reality. What we call the
“individual self,” the jīva, is not a separate entity that Brahman controls from outside.
The jīva is Brahman, appearing individuated through the veil of avidyā (ignorance).
The drama of human life — the planning, the struggling, the winning and losing — is
līlā, the cosmic play of Consciousness with itself.
With this as our foundation, Hamlet’s line ceases to be merely about fate and
becomes a window into the nature of Reality itself.
II. “Rough-Hewing” — The Activity of the Ego-Self
“Rough-hew them how we will…”
In Advaita, the one who “rough-hews” is the ahaṃkāra — the ego, the sense of
being a separate, autonomous “I” that plans, decides, and acts. This ego-self believes
itself to be the kartā (the doer). It picks up the chisel, surveys the raw wood of
circumstance, and begins to hack away according to its desires, fears, and
calculations.
Hamlet spent four acts doing precisely this. He rough-hewed furiously:
- He devised the play-within-a-play to trap Claudius
- He calculated when to strike and when to hesitate
- He philosophized endlessly about whether to act at all
And what did all this rough-hewing produce? Chaos. Mistaken killing. Broken
relationships. Near-annihilation.
The Advaitic teaching here is precise: the ego is real as appearance but not as
substance. It is like a wave that believes it is generating the ocean’s movement. It
hews and carves, but its cuts are always rough — approximate, distorted, limited by
its own ignorance of the whole. The jīva cannot see the totality because it is the act
of pretending to be separate from the totality. You cannot see the whole painting
while believing yourself to be only one brushstroke.
This is not a moral failure. It is the nature of individuation itself. The Kaṭha Upaniṣad
says: “The Self is not attained by the weak.” The weakness referred to is not physical
— it is the weakness of clinging to the ego’s rough-hewing as if it were the final
word on reality.
III. “The Divinity That Shapes” — Brahman as the Immanent Sculptor
“There’s a divinity that shapes our ends…”
Now we arrive at the heart of the Advaitic mystery. What is this “divinity” that
shapes?
It is not an external God standing above creation, adjusting outcomes like a cosmic
bureaucrat. That would be dvaita — duality, two-ness. In Advaita, the Divinity that
shapes is Brahman itself, operating as the innermost reality of everything that
appears to happen. It is not separate from the rough-hewing. It is the very ground
within which the rough-hewing occurs — and it is simultaneously the one who knows
that rough-hewing is never the final act.
Śaṅkara would say: Brahman is both the material cause and the efficient cause of the
universe. Like gold that becomes ornaments without ceasing to be gold — the
ornaments appear different, but gold alone is real. Every “end” that is shaped —
every outcome, every death, every transformation — is Brahman alone, crystallizing
into form from its own infinite freedom.
This is why the shaping is so effortless and inevitable. It does not struggle against the
rough-hewing. It uses it. Every awkward cut the ego makes, every miscalculation,
every tragedy — Brahman absorbs it and shapes it into exactly what was needed for
the whole. The sculptor does not fight the chisel marks. She works with the grain of
the wood, which she herself laid down before the carpenter arrived.
IV. The Self Reveals Herself to Whom She Chooses — Ātman Prasāda
Here we arrive at the most luminous, and most humbling, dimension of this teaching.
The Muṇḍaka Upaniṣad declares:
“Nāyam ātmā pravacanena labhyo na medhayā na bahunā śrutena। Yam evaiṣa
vṛṇute tena labhyas tasyaiṣa ātmā vivṛṇute tanūṃ svām॥”
“This Self is not attained by instruction, nor by intellect, nor by much hearing. It is
attained only by the one whom the Self chooses — to that one, the Self reveals its own
nature.”
This is perhaps the most radical statement in all of Vedāntic philosophy. And it
reframes Hamlet’s entire journey.
Hamlet spent the whole play trying to know — trying to verify the Ghost’s truth,
trying to understand his duty, trying to calculate the right moment. He brought great
intellect, great sensitivity, great moral seriousness. And none of it worked in the way
he intended. The knowledge he needed did not come through his efforts. It came
through a sea voyage, a near-death encounter, a pirate attack — through
circumstances entirely outside his planning.
And then, at the beginning of Act 5, he simply knows. A calm descends. He speaks of
providence with the ease of one who has stopped arguing with reality. He is ready.
The Self has chosen him.
From the Advaitic lens, what happened? The jīva Hamlet had exhausted its roughhewing.
The ego’s strategies had all collapsed. And in that exhaustion, in that
surrender — not as a strategy, but as a genuine letting-go — avidyā thinned. The veil
grew transparent. Brahman, which had always been Hamlet’s own deepest nature,
turned toward itself through the instrument of Hamlet’s readied consciousness.
The Self does not reveal itself as a reward for correct behavior. It reveals itself when
the ego becomes sufficiently transparent. Grace — prasāda — is not earned. It is
received. And the receiving is only possible when the clenched fist of the ego-self
relaxes its grip on rough-hewing.
V. Why “She Chooses” — The Feminine Ground of Being
To speak of the Self as She is to invoke Śakti — the dynamic, creative power of
Consciousness. In the non-dual Śākta interpretation of Advaita, Brahman’s power of
self-revelation is understood as intrinsically feminine — not in the gendered human
sense, but in the sense of that which receives, gestates, and births reality from within
itself.
Māyā — the power that veils Brahman — is feminine. And Anugraha Śakti — the
power that removes the veil — is also feminine. The same divine Mother who wraps
the world in the dream of separateness is the one who, in her grace, tears the veil
away.
This means the Self’s self-concealment and self-revelation are not opposites. They
are two movements of the same creative freedom. Brahman chooses to hide in order
that the joy of rediscovery can be complete. The rough-hewing is part of the plan.
The chaos is choreographed. The tragedy is embraced.
The “divinity that shapes our ends” is not a cold determinism. She is a Mother who
allows her children to wander, to build, to destroy, to suffer — because she knows
what they are, even when they have forgotten. She shapes the ends not by
preventing the rough-hewing but by ensuring that every rough mark ultimately
reveals the beauty of the finished form.
VI. Hamlet’s Enlightenment — The Shift into Sākṣī
Hamlet’s final equanimity — “the readiness is all” — is, in Advaitic terms, a
spontaneous shift from identifying as the kartā (doer) to resting as the sākṣī
(witness). He no longer needs the outcome to be controlled. He no longer needs
certainty. He acts when action is called, rests when rest is called, and accepts death
when death arrives — without any of it disturbing the stillness beneath.
This is not stoic resignation. The Stoic still believes the ego is real and chooses nobly
to endure. Hamlet’s shift is subtler and deeper: the ego has become transparent to
itself. He sees through the rough-hewing to the shaping beneath. He does not
become passive — he kills Claudius, he orchestrates the final scene — but he does so
without the contracted, desperate quality of his earlier scheming. He acts as an
instrument of the Whole.
In Advaita, this is called Jīvanmukti — liberation while still living. The body-mind
continues to function. The drama of life continues. But the one who believed they
were only the rough-hewer has recognized themselves as also the Divinity that
shapes. Subject and sculptor are one.
VII. The Final Integration
Shakespeare could not have known Advaita Vedānta. And yet he wrote this line, and
it carries the full weight of the tradition as though it were distilled from it. This is not
coincidence. It is evidence that certain recognitions are not cultural — they are
structural. They arise whenever human consciousness is pressed to its limit and
breaks open into something larger than itself.
The Divinity that shapes our ends is not other than us. It is the deepest stratum of
what we are — the Ātman, Brahman, the Self — appearing as destiny from outside,
because we forgot that we are inside it.
And She reveals Herself not when we have perfected our rough-hewing, but when we
love Her more than our own plans.
When the chisel drops — She speaks.
The Drama of Desire
A friend wrote, “Desire…
I realised drama we are all living in”,
Really, my friend, really you “realised?”,
But to realise is to realise that
There is no “We”.
Do you know where you’re going to?
Do you like the things that life is showing you?
Where are you going to?
Do you know?
Do you get what you’re hoping for?
When you look behind you, there’s no open doors
What are you hoping for?
Do you know?
Now, looking back at all we’ve passed
We let so many dreams just slip through our hands
Why must we wait so long before we see
How sad the answers to those questions can be?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UuMBl1peAlo
This Dream, This Life
Aw, shucks, this dream
This life, oh so unnecessary
Yet we keep dreaming
We keep living
As if we have no choice
Do we have a choice,
And is the choice only death
Some say the choice is immortality
But if it indeed is immortality
Immortality can have no beginning
So, right now it surely must be the case
That I am indeed already immortal
And being immortal
‘Tis strange that a mere dream
A mere life
Bugs me to no end.
“This unreality, oh this unreality…where neither love is true, nor the truth is true…oh this unreality.”
“Ah, to disappear, be submerged…”
The Passion and the Intezaar
When passion for you
Is no longer a passion
When passion for you
Is no longer in fashion
Know that
The wait is almost over.
Lekin intezaar bhi kahi baar
Bahut meetha hota hai
Intezaar may dard bhi kyu na ho
Aur tumhaari zindagi may
Ye ittefaq bhi ho sakti hai
Ye taqdeer bhi ho sakti hai
Jis pal pe tumhari zindagi hai
Aakar rukhi hai, tehri hai
Ab tum aur kuch lumhe
Sirf intezaar may bitana hai
Aur iss ittefaq ko, iss taqdeer ko
Galay lagaanay ke siva
Aur koi raasta nahi hai
Aur agar koi waisa raasta hai
Tumhari taqdeer may nahi hai
Ki tum uss raastay pe chal sakogay.
“When I read some poets, I feel like it is high time I stopped writing poetry, and left that job to the poets.”
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down.’
“Mending Wall” (https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44266/mending-wall) is
one of Frost’s most celebrated poems, and these lines are among the most analyzed
in American poetry. Here’s a deep commentary from multiple angles.
The Lines in Context
These lines come near the end of the poem, spoken by the narrator as a
counterpoint to his neighbor’s repeated mantra: “Good fences make good neighbors.”
The narrator is the questioner, the skeptic, the one who wonders why the wall exists
at all.
Line by Line
“Before I built a wall I’d ask to know / What I was walling in or walling out”
This is the poem’s central philosophical provocation. Frost draws on a binary that
cuts in two directions simultaneously:
Walling in — keeping something of yours contained, protected, defined.
Territory, identity, privacy, culture.
Walling out — excluding something foreign, threatening, or simply other.
The genius of phrasing it as a question is that the narrator admits he doesn’t always
know which is which. A wall built for protection can become a cage. A wall built for
exclusion can become a statement of fear. The act of building precedes the
understanding of the act — and Frost is warning against that.
There’s also a quiet confession here: the narrator says “I’d ask to know,” not “I’d
know.” He’s humble. He’s not claiming wisdom, only the willingness to pause and
question before acting.
“And to whom I was like to give offense”
This line introduces an ethical and social dimension. Walls don’t just affect the person
who builds them — they mean something to others. A wall is a message. It says: I
don’t trust you. You are not welcome here. This far, and no further.
The word “offense” is carefully chosen. It suggests that walls can wound — not
physically, but relationally and psychically. They can communicate contempt,
suspicion, or rejection without a word being spoken. Frost is nudging the reader to
think about walls not just as practical structures but as acts of communication, and
sometimes, acts of aggression.
“Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, / That wants it down.”
This is the poem’s most famous line, and it opens and echoes throughout the poem
like a refrain. Notice Frost refuses to name what that “something” is — and that
refusal is deliberate and profound.
Nature? Earlier in the poem, frozen groundswell heaves the boulders apart every
winter. Nature literally dismantles the wall year after year, as if the earth itself resists
the partition.
Human nature? There’s a deep instinct toward connection, curiosity, and openness
in people — children especially. We are social animals. Something in us chafes at
barriers.
The cosmic or spiritual? Some readers hear in “something” a quasi-divine force — a
universe that tends toward unity, entropy, dissolution of artificial categories.
The unconscious? The vagueness of “something” is psychologically astute. We often
can’t name the part of ourselves that resists conformity, convention, or inherited
thinking — but it’s there, eroding our certainties.
By ending with “That wants it down,” Frost gives the force a kind of desire — almost
personifying it. The wall isn’t just falling apart; something wants it gone. This is
subversive and tender at once.
Thematic Angles
The Paradox of Community
The poem never actually argues that walls are bad. The narrator helps rebuild the
wall every spring! He participates in the very ritual he questions. This is Frost’s
honesty: we simultaneously crave connection and separation. The wall-mending is
itself a form of connection — the two men meet, work together, talk. The wall
enables the relationship in a strange way. So the lines aren’t a simple anti-wall
polemic; they’re an admission of complexity.
Individual vs. Inherited Tradition
The neighbor repeats his father’s saying: “Good fences make good neighbors.” He
thinks in proverbs; he doesn’t question. The narrator questions everything. These five
lines are essentially the voice of the Enlightenment — don’t build anything you can’t
justify rationally and ethically. The neighbor, by contrast, represents tradition,
continuity, inherited wisdom. Frost doesn’t entirely mock either. Both impulses are
human. Both have costs.
Political and Social Reading
Frost wrote this in 1914, but its political resonance never ages. Every era has its wall
debates — literal (border walls, ghetto walls, apartheid walls, the Berlin Wall) and
figurative (class walls, racial walls, cultural walls). The question “What I was walling in
or walling out?” is a haunting one for any nation or community grappling with
immigration, identity, or belonging. Who do we include? Who do we shut out? And
do we even know what we’re doing when we do it?
The Epistemological Angle
These lines are deeply concerned with knowledge before action — a Socratic impulse.
Don’t act on habit, tradition, or fear. Know what you’re doing and why. The narrator
doesn’t say walls are always wrong; he says building them without asking these
questions is reckless. This is a poem about the ethics of unreflective behaviour.
Frost’s Tone: Wry, Not Preachy
Crucially, Frost never lets the narrator become a moralist. He’s mischievous, a little
playful — he considers telling the neighbor that elves knocked the wall down, then
thinks better of it. The narrator’s wisdom is offered quietly, almost to himself. This
makes these lines feel like thinking aloud rather than lecturing, which is far more
persuasive and far more true to how genuine insight actually arrives.
In short, these five lines compress a whole philosophy: think before you divide,
consider who you hurt, and know that something in the world — in nature, in us — will
always push back against walls that exist without justification. That “something” is
never fully named because Frost understood that the best questions outlast their
answers.
“To attain Nirvana, now I need to do some juGod.”
“The very restlessness and attempting to become perfect is the imperfection.”
The Discovery
I have discovered the recipe for happiness
No, it is not owning the oil fields in Kuwait
Nor is it winning the John Bates Clark Medal
Nor the Merc parked in your driveway
Nor your byline in Sunday NYT
Simpler, far, far simpler than that
Just an evening at Roastery Coffee House in Banjara Hills
Sipping Cranberry Coffee and eating lasagna
What would double the happiness though
Is if a certain someone is in the opposite chair
Or we both in some other place
Else, it is just perfect, perfect.
“I have reached an age where if a girl smiles at me, I cannot read too many meanings in it.”
“Spending time with and understanding our children will make us understand philosophy faster than by reading any religious texts.”
“Love at first sight is a killing concept. But then dislike at first sight is a different kind of killing.”
“Just because you suspect you are wise; it does not mean your wisdom will be of a helluva lot useful when it comes to interpreting all the meanings in a smile. And, God’s photos and statues depict a smile on the face of the deity. Damn. It is hard enough interpreting the smile of a girl, now God is also smiling at us. Shit, we are screwed. No way we can know what life is all about.”
Think About These Things
One of the very few virtues that Ramana Maharshi extols is humility.
He says in his short book “Who Am I?”:
“To the extent we behave with humility, to that extent there will result good.”
Meanwhile, Nisargadatta Maharaj in his book “I Am That”, keeps saying repeatedly that the most important virtue is “earnestness”.
“When the mind is silent, any amount of speech and action do not vitiate that silence. Mind cannot be silent when there are desires in our being. Find out how to deal with desires.”
Betwixt Wise and Otherwise
Today’s morning comes
Like any other morning
It does not seem that different
Until I start thinking, feeling
Then, too, it does not seem that different
Unless I resist, protest, regret, wish for,
And why do I resists, protest, regret, wish for?
That seems to be the way things are
That seems to be our lot here on earth
Some may come and say things can be otherwise
Between this wise and otherwise I live my life.
“Sometimes, to be wise is to accept defeat. Why flow against the current of life?”
Suicidal Impulse
Today morning
I told a friend
“Come, let us go and commit suicide.”
“No,” the friend protested,
“I want to live and enjoy life.”
Now, I have to gather
The courage and wisdom
To travel alone
The journey cannot be given up
Just because
One’s companions want to rest.
“Duniya paison ke peeche baag rahi hai. Mai fursat ke peeche baag raha hoon. Paise bahut mushkil hai milna, mahnat karni padti hai. Fursat toh yoohee mil jaati hai, bina kuch kiye…kuch muth karo aur fursat pao…samjha karo kyunki ismay ek raaz chupi hai…lekin mai galat bhi ho sakta hoo…zindagi toh jua hai…aur judai bhi….”
“Truth divorced from love is no truth. Love divorced from truth is no love.”
“Don’t be an archaeologist. Don’t dig up the ruins of your past, otherwise you will be ruined.”
The Itch
The itch is
inside my heart.
But I am scratching the paper
with my pen.
“It was daffodils that flashed upon the inward eye of Wordsworth. On my inward eye, it is she who flashes.”
“To love someone truly is to give them the freedom to walk away from you without any guilt or regret should they want to.”
“Someone sang, the whole night your memory troubled me. My problem is far worse. Even the whole day her memory is troubling me.”
“Sitting here alone in this coffee shop, I am lost in thought, wondering what Donne meant.”
“Something shifted in me that day when she gave me that look and said, ‘Sam, I don’t see you nowadays’. Life is full of loose ends and some knots live on inside us.”
“I told her ye death ke baraay may zyada buk buk muth karo. Hum sab har raat aath ghante ke liye mar jaatay hai.”
“There seem to be different kinds of love. Oh, oh…just when thought you can stop going to the library.”
Cutting Out the Social Self
Sartre wrote, “Hell is other people.”
But, also at the level at which Sartre is speaking, it is also true that “Heaven is other people.”
But, at this social-self level, one gets stuck in a certain level of living where the dialogue “chal daaroo peeyingay” plays out in its various shades and nuances.
And that daaroo is not the wine that Sufis would have us drink.
And, it is this social self that makes you earn more money than we need, etc.
From this social self, you need to reach inside to find your true self.
The moment you leave your social self behind, then your thinking and emotions also are less in play because most of them are in service of our social self.
“No, Kirshna, I will wage war with my love and not with bows and arrows. Jesus knew something you did not. Besides, it is not my job to wage war against injustice with bows and arrows. Isn’t that your job as the creator of this universe, which you anyway you say you are. Remember what you said about being the creator of the four castes. Then, why you are passing the buck to me. Besides, you yourself say, ‘sambhavami yuge yuge’. Deal with it, Krishna, deal with it. After all, this world is your baby. Don’t instruct me. Leave me alone to me and my love.”
“Zindagi koi jung nahi. Sirf junglee loga waisay sonchthe hai. Mai pyaar ko itna samajh chuka hoon ki pata lag gaya hai ki jung sirf woh mushkilay kada karthi hai jo pahlay nahi the, aur jo mushkilay pahlay the unka hul teek say nahi kar paatha.”
“Ye kya jung jung kahthay phir rahay ho. Mai zindagi ko tukhratha hoo, kyunki mujhe woh zindagi nahi chahiyay jahaan mujhe jung may haasil hona padtha. Jung nahi ladnay say zyada se zyada sirf meri zindagi mujhse cheen jaayegi. Cheen lo jitna chahiya utna ye meri zindagi. Mai todi poocha pehale naa ab pooch raha hoo mujhe paida karo aur zinda rakho.”
“The mind says, ‘Look, look, there are so many problems, stay focused and awake.’ Heart says, ‘Chill, I have the solution to every problem’.”
The Darkness in My Soul
For too long I have seen
The sun in me eclipsed
By something or the other that comes,
Some emotion, some yearning, some dreaming,
Between me and the truth that be
That light, that love, that beauty
Slowly I begin to see far too clearly
This flight outward that gnaws at my soul
That waits for the right consonance, right season
Waits and waits but waits in vain
Thwarted by some destiny that I cannot control
I learn to let go, knowing I can control
Neither my destiny nor that of others.
I thought I had left them all behind
That some emotion, some yearning, some dreaming
Back in the stormy days of my confused youth
Why are they coming back again to me
As if I am still accountable for I know not what.
Who was Arjuna?
Arjuna is anyone in this world who is NOT content to just keep the body alive but also seeks to keep the mind and heart alive.
Such a one finds himself having to fight many a battle on many a Kurukshetra.
Hence also such a one will keep needing the counsel of a Kirshna.
But the Arjuna who is content to keep just the body alive and lets go of the mind and heart, has no battles to fight nor has any need for any Krishna.
Understand this and not any other Gita, be that Gita of Kirshna or Ashtavakra.
👍🏼 just the B and when the pot breaks you are one with the rest of the only consciousness.
Yes.
Even before the pot (B) breaks, what keeps the illusion that you are NOT right now one with the rest of the only consciousness is ONLY the mind and heart.
When the mind and heart are NOT in play, then the illusion of separation also does NOT exist.
Like in deep sleep
Yes.
Perfectly said.
That is why, Ramana Maharshi said, “What happened in sleep is your real nature.” (Talk 304)
In many places in his Talks book, the Maharshi says something to the effect of deep sleep is NOT ignorance but reality itself.
That is why he says, one has to be in the state of wakeful sleep or jagrat sushupti.
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Reading Time: 4 minutes
It rarely happens. I rarely forget my airpods at home, and when I do I usually turn around to get them. Yesterday I didn’t turn around. I went for my walk anyway. You might think “so what?” and you’d be right to. It doesn’t change much. I usually listen to podcasts and audiobooks, rather than music. I like my walks to be intellectually stimulating, as well as physically good for me.
Running Up and Down Like a Yoyo
Normally when I forget something I run back up the stairs, sometimes two or three times. Other times I would walk home, before starting the walk again. To leave the airpods at home is unusual. Sometimes I leave them because it’s raining and I don’t want them to get soaked, but that is rare.
Airpods fit easily into pockets. They fit so easily that I blogged about carrying two pairs in winter.
Noise Pollution
when you walk alone, and you forget your airpods you’re stuck with your thoughts, and the landscape. You hear the noise pollution from the nearby motorway, sounds of construction from the locations where grass once grew, that is being tarmacced over. People say that it’s important to listen to nature but between the Léman and the Jura there are roads everywhere, as well as cars, trucks, buses and tractors. It’s hardly quiet. To walk mindfully is to notice all the noise pollution. You don’t miss out by listening to podcasts and audio books.
Mindfull Cycling
I never listen to anything when I’m cycling. The noise of the wind is too loud. I also want situational awareness. I want to hear the sound of cars or other things approaching. I want to be focused on what I’m doing.
Driving in Silence
Many years ago I would listen to music when driving, and I wouldn’t dream of driving in silence. Eventually, because I drove such short distances that I would hear ads but no songs, I stopped automatically turning on car radios. Now I can do entire drives in silence. When you drive an electric car it’s funny to drive in silence, because at a traffic light you can hear things, as if you were not in a car.
Experimenting with the Garmin Instinct Solar
My Garmin Instinct Solar is at least two years old. You know that I have more watches than I have wrists so I struggle to decide which watch to wear on a daily basis, especially when I’m unhappy with some aspect of my life. That’s beside the point. I decided to put the Garmin Instinct Solar into max battery mode which turns off phone connectivity and heart rate monitoring.
When not fully charged the battery goes from 18hrs of endurance to 39 hours of endurance. My theory is that it will use so little energy that it should charge during the daily walk, rather than discharge in this mode. In theory a watch could be strapped to the bag and last forever in this configuration, especially in summer.
By using the Garmin Instinct Solar in “ultratrac” mode you still get step count, gps track, tempe connectivity, cadence and more. You can still see that you were walking for an hour and a half in 4°c at a cadence of 111 steps per minutes for a distance 8.58 kilometres.
Walking isn’t Sporty for Sports Trackers
If you go for walks like I do, fitness trackers by Garmin, Suunto, Xiaomi, Apple and others see it as a stroll, even when you’re walking with a heart rate of 100 bpm because of your walking pace. As a result it doesn’t matter whether you’re tracking HR or not. This is liberating because it means that the sports watch that you’re using to track a walk doesn’t need to be on your wrist, tracking HR. It can be in a pocket, on your belt loop, or even strapped to your bag straps facing the sun to charge as you walk.
If you’re not worried about heart rate you can wear Casio step tracking watches instead. They’re less invasive. They track your steps, and that’s it. No HR, no sleep, no standing and more. It just tracks your steps, and that’s it. You can wear the HR capable sports tracking watch when you’re running, cycling or doing other sports where you need that functionality. The rest of the time you can wear a “normal” watch.
What it Replaces
The Garmin Etrex SE is excellent in terms of battery life and it’s easy to swap batteries but it’s big and bulky and requires a large pocket to store it. The Garmin Etrex Solar is also interesting but it costs 270 CHF and I don’t think you can swap the battery. This means that it’s fantastic for summer, when it’s nice and sunny, but mediocre in winter, especially if you’re walking for a few days in heavy rain.
In theory the Garmin Instinct Solar isn’t great in several days of rain either, but it does track steps, temperature and more. it gives you a more comprehensive data set, wit temperature, step count, and the usual data. It’s also much lighter.
And Finally
I’m fine, walking without air pods and a podcast or audiobook to keep me company. I have also slowly weaned myself off of wearing two sports tracking watches. If Garmin, Suunto and Xiaomi respected walking as they should, then wearing their watches all the time would make sense. The truth is that Vo2 Max doesn’t care about walking, so unless you’re running or cycling, you can wear whichever watch you’re motivated to wear.
By strapping a Garmin Instinct Solar to your bag, rather than your wrist, for walks, you still get altitude, temperature, step count, speed, distance and more, but rather than 20hrs of battery life you end up with 79 when the watch is fully charged, and more if the sun recharges the device as you walk.
https://www.main-vision.com/richard/blog/silent-walking-and-garmin-instinct-battery-modes/
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