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A quotation from Cicero

MARCUS: The power of separating the intellect from the senses, and reason from instinct, is characteristic of the highest genius.
 
[Magni autem est ingenii sevocare mentem a sensibus et cogitationem ab consuetudine abducere.]

Marcus Tullius Cicero (106-43 BC) Roman orator, statesman, philosopher
Tusculan Disputations [Tusculanae Disputationes], Book 1, ch. 16 (1.16) / sec. 38 (1.38) (45 BC) [ed. Harbottle (1897)]

More about (and translations of) this quote: wist.info/cicero-marcus-tulliu…

#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #cicero #tusculandisputations #abstraction #genius #habit #instinct #intellect #reason #senses #thought

The early morning is still dark when my hound and I arrive at the dog park. Almost immediately, there is a flash of white, and suddenly chaos ensues.

A cat is trapped inside the smaller of the two fenced-in areas. Even though a chain-link fence separates the two, both animals instantly go into a frenzy. My hound begins howling, while the terrified cat races back and forth, careening into the fence as it desperately searches for a way out.

I try to help it escape, all to the loud dismay of my hound, but the cat is too frightened to understand what I am doing. After crashing into the fence several times, it finally collapses low into the grass and simply lies there. I keep my distance, unsure whether it may be injured or sick.

Eventually, I leave the gates open and manage to pull my thoroughly over-hyped hunter away from the scene, fighting against everything years of breeding and evolution have taught her to do.

It takes most of the morning at home—and then a return trip to the now-empty dog park, where she follows one scent trail after another—before she finally begins to calm down.

Needless to say, it was not the most ideal way to start my day.

I, too, needed some time before I could let the chaos of the morning fade away.

And perhaps that was the first lesson.

There are some things that are better left alone.

That sounds simple enough, but I am not especially good at it. Neither, apparently, is my hound.

Once she caught the scent, something ancient took over. The world became very small. There was no longer a dog park, no morning, no leash, no person calling her name. There was only the cat.

I wonder how often I live that way.

Something catches my attention—a problem, a slight, a fear, an argument, a worry, some unfinished thing—and suddenly the whole world narrows around it. I circle it. I howl at it. I follow its scent long after the thing itself has disappeared.

There are habits in us that are older than our intentions.

The hound was not making a philosophical decision to terrorize a cat. She was doing what generations of hounds had prepared her to do. Her body knew before her mind could know.

Human beings are not so different.

We carry instincts of our own: to defend ourselves, to retaliate, to prove ourselves right, to pursue what frightens us, to hold tightly to what we think belongs to us. Sometimes we call these things personality. Sometimes, principle. Sometimes even righteousness.

But occasionally, they are simply old instincts running loose.

The spiritual life may involve learning that not everything within us deserves obedience.

Paul wrote about taking thoughts captive. Jesus spoke repeatedly of watching, waking, remaining alert. Perhaps part of discipleship is noticing the moment when something inside us begins to run.

There is a hound within me, too.

There are things I chase simply because they moved.

There are arguments that do not need another reply. There are offenses that do not need another inspection. There are anxieties whose scent I follow until I have wandered miles from peace.

Sometimes, faithfulness means pursuit.

Sometimes, faithfulness means calling the hound home.

But there was another creature in the story.

The cat.

The more frightened it became, the harder it tried to escape. And the harder it tried to escape, the more violently it crashed into the fence.

There was probably an opening somewhere. I had opened gates. I was trying to make a way.

But fear could not see the opening.

Fear only saw the threat.

So the cat ran harder.

I know something about that, too.

There are moments when I become frightened enough that I begin throwing myself against whatever boundary happens to be nearest. I want out of the discomfort immediately. I want the problem solved now. I want certainty restored.

And sometimes, in trying so desperately to escape, I hurt myself against the very thing I am trying to get through.

The Psalmist says, “Be still, and know that I am God.”

We often print those words on peaceful photographs of mountains and lakes.

But perhaps they belong just as much at a chain-link fence.

Be still.

Not because there is no danger.

Not because everything is fine.

But because panic is not always capable of recognizing an opening.

There are times when running is necessary.

And there are times when running harder only drives us deeper into the fence.

Eventually, the cat did something remarkable.

It stopped.

It lowered itself into the grass and became almost completely still.

At first, I thought it might be injured. Perhaps it was.

But there was also something strangely wise about that surrender. When every frantic attempt had failed, the animal finally quit fighting the entire world.

Sometimes, this is where grace begins.

Not when we finally overpower the situation.

But when we stop exhausting ourselves against it.

“Come to me,” Jesus says, “all you who are weary and carrying heavy burdens.”

Not: figure everything out.

Not: run faster.

Not: break the fence.

Come.

Rest.

There is perhaps a third lesson as well, and it concerns my own place in the drama.

I could not make either animal understand what I was trying to do.

The cat could not understand that I was trying to help it.

The hound could not understand why I was preventing her from doing the one thing that seemed most important in the universe.

From their perspectives, I was probably interfering with both of them.

Yet I could see something, neither could you see.

I could see the whole enclosure.

I could see the gates.

I could see the fence.

I could see the danger.

I could see the way out.

That thought has stayed with me.

Perhaps there are moments when God seems strangely obstructive because God sees the whole enclosure.

We pull toward something, and the leash tightens.

We run toward an opening and somehow find ourselves redirected.

We pray for one thing and receive another.

From inside our frightened or excited little worlds, divine restraint can feel like abandonment or interference.

But perhaps the One holding us back can see something we cannot.

The old prayer says,

Your will be done.

There are days when that prayer may simply mean:

God, if I am chasing something I should leave alone, pull me back.

If I am panicking against a fence, help me become still enough to see the gate.

And if I cannot understand what you are doing, help me trust that you see more of the field than I do.

By the time my hound and I returned to the dog park later that morning, the cat was gone.

Only the scent remained.

Naturally, the hound investigated every inch of it.

She ran from fence to fence, nose down, reconstructing the entire drama from invisible traces.

Eventually even those grew faint.

Her breathing slowed.

Her body loosened.

The morning became a morning again.

Perhaps that is grace too.

The thing that once filled the entire world eventually becomes only a scent in the grass.

The crisis passes.

The fear fades.

The instinct quiets.

What seemed moments earlier to demand every ounce of our attention becomes simply one more thing that happened.

And somewhere between the hound and the cat I recognize myself.

Sometimes I am the pursuer.

Sometimes I am the pursued.

Sometimes I chase things better left alone.

Sometimes I run terrified into fences that cannot possibly become doors.

The difficult wisdom is learning which is which.

Perhaps this is why the spiritual life requires so much attention.

To know when to pursue.

To know when to stop.

To know when to run.

To know when to lie quietly in the grass.

To know when the leash pulling against us is not punishment but mercy.

And above all, to remember that somewhere beyond the frenzy there may already be an open gate we are simply too frightened—or too excited—to see.

Prayer

God of the open gate,

When I chase what I should release, call me home.

When old instincts rise in me—fear, anger, pride, the need to be right—teach me that not every impulse deserves obedience.

When I am frightened and cannot see a way forward, keep me from throwing myself again and again against the same fence. Slow my breathing. Quiet my spirit. Help me become still enough to notice the opening I could not see before.

Give me wisdom to know when to pursue and when to stop, when to act and when to wait, when to hold on and when to let go.

And when your restraint feels like a leash pulling against everything I want, give me enough trust to believe that you may see more of the field than I do.

Make me gentle with frightened creatures, including the frightened places within myself.

Let the things that consume me today become, in time, only a fading scent in the grass.

And when chaos narrows my world, remind me that beyond the fence there is still a morning, still a horizon, still grace, and perhaps an open gate I have not yet learned to see.

Amen.

The early morning is still dark when my hound and I arrive at the dog park. Almost immediately, there is a flash of white, and suddenly chaos ensues.

A cat is trapped inside the smaller of the two fenced-in areas. Even though a chain-link fence separates the two, both animals instantly go into a frenzy. My hound begins howling, while the terrified cat races back and forth, careening into the fence as it desperately searches for a way out.

I try to help it escape, all to the loud dismay of my hound, but the cat is too frightened to understand what I am doing. After crashing into the fence several times, it finally collapses low into the grass and simply lies there. I keep my distance, unsure whether it may be injured or sick.

Eventually, I leave the gates open and manage to pull my thoroughly over-hyped hunter away from the scene, fighting against everything years of breeding and evolution have taught her to do.

It takes most of the morning at home—and then a return trip to the now-empty dog park, where she follows one scent trail after another—before she finally begins to calm down.

Needless to say, it was not the most ideal way to start my day.

I, too, needed some time before I could let the chaos of the morning fade away.

And perhaps that was the first lesson.

There are some things that are better left alone.

That sounds simple enough, but I am not especially good at it. Neither, apparently, is my hound.

Once she caught the scent, something ancient took over. The world became very small. There was no longer a dog park, no morning, no leash, no person calling her name. There was only the cat.

I wonder how often I live that way.

Something catches my attention—a problem, a slight, a fear, an argument, a worry, some unfinished thing—and suddenly the whole world narrows around it. I circle it. I howl at it. I follow its scent long after the thing itself has disappeared.

There are habits in us that are older than our intentions.

The hound was not making a philosophical decision to terrorize a cat. She was doing what generations of hounds had prepared her to do. Her body knew before her mind could know.

Human beings are not so different.

We carry instincts of our own: to defend ourselves, to retaliate, to prove ourselves right, to pursue what frightens us, to hold tightly to what we think belongs to us. Sometimes we call these things personality. Sometimes, principle. Sometimes even righteousness.

But occasionally, they are simply old instincts running loose.

The spiritual life may involve learning that not everything within us deserves obedience.

Paul wrote about taking thoughts captive. Jesus spoke repeatedly of watching, waking, remaining alert. Perhaps part of discipleship is noticing the moment when something inside us begins to run.

There is a hound within me, too.

There are things I chase simply because they moved.

There are arguments that do not need another reply. There are offenses that do not need another inspection. There are anxieties whose scent I follow until I have wandered miles from peace.

Sometimes, faithfulness means pursuit.

Sometimes, faithfulness means calling the hound home.

But there was another creature in the story.

The cat.

The more frightened it became, the harder it tried to escape. And the harder it tried to escape, the more violently it crashed into the fence.

There was probably an opening somewhere. I had opened gates. I was trying to make a way.

But fear could not see the opening.

Fear only saw the threat.

So the cat ran harder.

I know something about that, too.

There are moments when I become frightened enough that I begin throwing myself against whatever boundary happens to be nearest. I want out of the discomfort immediately. I want the problem solved now. I want certainty restored.

And sometimes, in trying so desperately to escape, I hurt myself against the very thing I am trying to get through.

The Psalmist says, “Be still, and know that I am God.”

We often print those words on peaceful photographs of mountains and lakes.

But perhaps they belong just as much at a chain-link fence.

Be still.

Not because there is no danger.

Not because everything is fine.

But because panic is not always capable of recognizing an opening.

There are times when running is necessary.

And there are times when running harder only drives us deeper into the fence.

Eventually, the cat did something remarkable.

It stopped.

It lowered itself into the grass and became almost completely still.

At first, I thought it might be injured. Perhaps it was.

But there was also something strangely wise about that surrender. When every frantic attempt had failed, the animal finally quit fighting the entire world.

Sometimes, this is where grace begins.

Not when we finally overpower the situation.

But when we stop exhausting ourselves against it.

“Come to me,” Jesus says, “all you who are weary and carrying heavy burdens.”

Not: figure everything out.

Not: run faster.

Not: break the fence.

Come.

Rest.

There is perhaps a third lesson as well, and it concerns my own place in the drama.

I could not make either animal understand what I was trying to do.

The cat could not understand that I was trying to help it.

The hound could not understand why I was preventing her from doing the one thing that seemed most important in the universe.

From their perspectives, I was probably interfering with both of them.

Yet I could see something, neither could you see.

I could see the whole enclosure.

I could see the gates.

I could see the fence.

I could see the danger.

I could see the way out.

That thought has stayed with me.

Perhaps there are moments when God seems strangely obstructive because God sees the whole enclosure.

We pull toward something, and the leash tightens.

We run toward an opening and somehow find ourselves redirected.

We pray for one thing and receive another.

From inside our frightened or excited little worlds, divine restraint can feel like abandonment or interference.

But perhaps the One holding us back can see something we cannot.

The old prayer says,

Your will be done.

There are days when that prayer may simply mean:

God, if I am chasing something I should leave alone, pull me back.

If I am panicking against a fence, help me become still enough to see the gate.

And if I cannot understand what you are doing, help me trust that you see more of the field than I do.

By the time my hound and I returned to the dog park later that morning, the cat was gone.

Only the scent remained.

Naturally, the hound investigated every inch of it.

She ran from fence to fence, nose down, reconstructing the entire drama from invisible traces.

Eventually even those grew faint.

Her breathing slowed.

Her body loosened.

The morning became a morning again.

Perhaps that is grace too.

The thing that once filled the entire world eventually becomes only a scent in the grass.

The crisis passes.

The fear fades.

The instinct quiets.

What seemed moments earlier to demand every ounce of our attention becomes simply one more thing that happened.

And somewhere between the hound and the cat I recognize myself.

Sometimes I am the pursuer.

Sometimes I am the pursued.

Sometimes I chase things better left alone.

Sometimes I run terrified into fences that cannot possibly become doors.

The difficult wisdom is learning which is which.

Perhaps this is why the spiritual life requires so much attention.

To know when to pursue.

To know when to stop.

To know when to run.

To know when to lie quietly in the grass.

To know when the leash pulling against us is not punishment but mercy.

And above all, to remember that somewhere beyond the frenzy there may already be an open gate we are simply too frightened—or too excited—to see.

Prayer

God of the open gate,

When I chase what I should release, call me home.

When old instincts rise in me—fear, anger, pride, the need to be right—teach me that not every impulse deserves obedience.

When I am frightened and cannot see a way forward, keep me from throwing myself again and again against the same fence. Slow my breathing. Quiet my spirit. Help me become still enough to notice the opening I could not see before.

Give me wisdom to know when to pursue and when to stop, when to act and when to wait, when to hold on and when to let go.

And when your restraint feels like a leash pulling against everything I want, give me enough trust to believe that you may see more of the field than I do.

Make me gentle with frightened creatures, including the frightened places within myself.

Let the things that consume me today become, in time, only a fading scent in the grass.

And when chaos narrows my world, remind me that beyond the fence there is still a morning, still a horizon, still grace, and perhaps an open gate I have not yet learned to see.

Amen.

perhaps layer by

perhaps layer by 
layer, we will find some level 
of ease in all this – 

nine weeks before hosting guests, 
practicing not measuring
.
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perhaps layer by

perhaps layer by 
layer, we will find some level 
of ease in all this – 

nine weeks before hosting guests, 
practicing not measuring
.
20260804:2022
y

AMD Instinct und Helios: Roadmaps nennen MI500 und MI600, Updates im Jahrestakt https://www.computerbase.de/news/grafikkarten/amd-instinct-und-helios-roadmaps-nennen-mi500-und-mi600-updates-im-jahrestakt.98537/ #AMD #AdvancingAI #Instinct #Helios

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#instinct : an innate pattern of behavior

- French: instinct

- German: der Instinkt

- Italian: istinto

- Portuguese: instinto

- Spanish: instinto

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Fill in missing or incorrect translations @ https://wordofthehour.org/r/translations

40% Cost Gap Developer Cloud Vs On-Prem Instinct

A 40% cost advantage and instant ROCm performance show why AMD's developer cloud beats on‑prem Instinct setups. See the data and learn how to spin up a VM in minutes.

https://cloudplatform.digital/40-percent-cost-gap-developer-cloud-vs-on-prem-ins/

#developercloud #developercloudamd #instinct #rocm #clouddevelopertools

We like to think that #logic & #instinct are opposing forces in our brains. But #FrancisCholle thinks that’s wrong & must change for us to succeed. #TheIntuitiveCompass explains why: http://the-agency-review.com/intuitive-compass @francischolle #josseybass #intuition #instinct #logic #cognition

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AMD Instinct MI430X: AMDs echter HPC-Chip ist „6 Mal schneller“ als Nvidia Rubin https://www.computerbase.de/news/grafikkarten/amd-instinct-mi430x-amds-echter-hpc-chip-ist-sechs-mal-schneller-als-nvidia-rubin.97242/ #AMD #Instinct

AMD Instinct MI430X: AMDs echter HPC-Chip ist „6 Mal schneller“ als Nvidia Rubin https://www.computerbase.de/news/grafikkarten/amd-instinct-mi430x-amds-echter-hpc-chip-ist-sechs-mal-schneller-als-nvidia-rubin.97242/ #AMD #Instinct

Suntem mânați de-a dreptul spre pierzare, fără să ne îngrijim deloc de soarta noastră Ne-am pus mâinile în sân, ne-am lăsat pradă nepăsării: „ce-o fi, o fi!”. Iată care e starea noastră! 👉 https://c.aparatorul.md/sbol8 👈 #autoconservare #ÎmpărățiaCerurilor #ceofiofi #FricaDeDumnezeu #Iad #instinct #JudecataDeApoi #nepăsare #oarte #SfântulTeofanZăvorâtul #TâlcuiridinSfântaScriptură #TalcuiriDinSfântaScripturaPentruFiecareZiDinAn
https://c.aparatorul.md/sbol8

2/
• The Evolutionary Flow: Traces the progression from genotype through developmental plasticity to the behavioral phenotype. This phenotype is tested by natural selection; successful traits lead to allele frequency shifts in a population.

https://youtu.be/SPWd6CjrJd8

#animals
#ethology
#genotype
#plasticity
#phenotype
#allele
#instinct
#evolution

2/
• The Evolutionary Flow: Traces the progression from genotype through developmental plasticity to the behavioral phenotype. This phenotype is tested by natural selection; successful traits lead to allele frequency shifts in a population.

https://youtu.be/SPWd6CjrJd8

#animals
#ethology
#genotype
#plasticity
#phenotype
#allele
#instinct
#evolution

A quotation from Phyllis Wheatley

In every human Breast, God has implanted a Principle, which we call Love of Freedom; it is impatient of Oppression, and pants for Deliverance.

Phyllis Wheatley (1753-1784) African-American poet, manumitted (1773) enslaved person [also "Phillis" and/or "Wheatly"]
Letter (1774-02-11) to Samson Occom

More about this quote: wist.info/wheatley-phyllis/837…

#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #philliswheatley #deliverance #freedom #humannature #imperative #instinct #liberty #oppression #slavery

« Le sang cède avant que l’œil ne voit ;
La taille fine disparaît dans l'air. »

Un extrait de mon nouveau poème "L'invisible morsure". Une immersion dans la tension d'un jardin de mai où la beauté cache un dard acéré. 🐝

Découvrez le poème ici : https://lesverssecretsdedidierguy.blogspot.com/2026/04/linvisible-morsure.html

Lien vers le blog : https://lesverssecretsdedidierguy.blogspot.com/

#poésie #littérature #nature #instinct

« Le sang cède avant que l’œil ne voit ;
La taille fine disparaît dans l'air. »

Un extrait de mon nouveau poème "L'invisible morsure". Une immersion dans la tension d'un jardin de mai où la beauté cache un dard acéré. 🐝

Découvrez le poème ici : https://lesverssecretsdedidierguy.blogspot.com/2026/04/linvisible-morsure.html

Lien vers le blog : https://lesverssecretsdedidierguy.blogspot.com/

#poésie #littérature #nature #instinct

Thousands of years ago our brains were programmed to protect us from the life-or-death struggles we faced every day. We’re not facing them today, but our brain acts like we are & that’s not good. We review #Instinct: http://the-agency-review.com/instinct @DrRebeccaHeiss #advertising #marketing

There is a moment before everything changes.

Before the chase. Before the break. Where silence feels heavier than sound — and something beneath the surface is watching, waiting.

Then it breaks.

🎵 Instinct — my latest ambient track — is out now. From stillness to chaos. And back to silence.

…and still it fades.

🔗 https://soundcloud.com/montysounds/instinct

#Instinct #MontySounds #NewMusic #Ambient #ElectronicMusic

Is Lovebird Behavior The Result of Nature or Nurture?

"Two closely-related species of lovebirds provide an intriguing look at the nature of behavior: is it innate or learned? or maybe a little of both?"

#SciComm by @grrlscientist

#Behavior #parrots #birds #learning #instinct #Ecology https://grrlscientist.medium.com/is-lovebird-behavior-the-result-of-nature-or-nurture-c683a3b77295

Is Lovebird Behavior The Result of Nature or Nurture?

"Two closely-related species of lovebirds provide an intriguing look at the nature of behavior: is it innate or learned? or maybe a little of both?"

#SciComm by @grrlscientist

#Behavior #parrots #birds #learning #instinct #Ecology https://grrlscientist.medium.com/is-lovebird-behavior-the-result-of-nature-or-nurture-c683a3b77295

Is Lovebird Behavior The Result of Nature or Nurture?

"Two closely-related species of lovebirds provide an intriguing look at the nature of behavior: is it innate or learned? or maybe a little of both?"

#SciComm by @GrrlScientist

#Behavior #parrots #birds #ornithology #learning #instinct #Ecology https://grrlscientist.medium.com/is-lovebird-behavior-the-result-of-nature-or-nurture-c683a3b77295

Is Lovebird Behavior The Result of Nature or Nurture?

"Two closely-related species of lovebirds provide an intriguing look at the nature of behavior: is it innate or learned? or maybe a little of both?"

#SciComm by @GrrlScientist

#Behavior #parrots #birds #ornithology #learning #instinct #Ecology https://grrlscientist.medium.com/is-lovebird-behavior-the-result-of-nature-or-nurture-c683a3b77295

Is Lovebird Behavior The Result of Nature or Nurture?

"Two closely-related species of lovebirds provide an intriguing look at the nature of behavior: is it innate or learned? or maybe a little of both?"

#SciComm by @grrlscientist

#Behavior #parrots #birds #ornithology #learning #instinct #Ecology https://grrlscientist.medium.com/is-lovebird-behavior-the-result-of-nature-or-nurture-c683a3b77295

Is Lovebird Behavior The Result of Nature or Nurture?

"Two closely-related species of lovebirds provide an intriguing look at the nature of behavior: is it innate or learned? or maybe a little of both?"

#SciComm by @grrlscientist

#Behavior #parrots #birds #ornithology #learning #instinct #Ecology https://grrlscientist.medium.com/is-lovebird-behavior-the-result-of-nature-or-nurture-c683a3b77295

Hauptlieferant für AMD: Samsung liefert HBM für Instinct MI455X und DRAM für Venice https://www.computerbase.de/news/grafikkarten/hauptlieferant-fuer-amd-samsung-liefert-hbm-fuer-instinct-mi455x-und-dram-fuer-venice.96584/ #AMD #Instinct #Samsung #HBM

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Do you usually trust your instincts?
#Ask #askfedi #AskMastodon #Poll #Polls #pollspollspolls #pollspolls #Instinct #Instincts

Do you usually trust your instincts?
#Ask #askfedi #AskMastodon #Poll #Polls #pollspollspolls #pollspolls #Instinct #Instincts

#instinct : imbued; animated; alive; quick

- French: instinct

- German: der Instinkt

- Italian: istinto

- Portuguese: instinto

- Spanish: instinto

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Fill in missing or incorrect translations @ https://wordofthehour.org/r/translations

#instinct : imbued; animated; alive; quick

- French: instinct

- German: der Instinkt

- Italian: istinto

- Portuguese: instinto

- Spanish: instinto

------------

Fill in missing or incorrect translations @ https://wordofthehour.org/r/translations

S'aimer 💞 à l'heure des réseaux sociaux

#idee #toxique #amesœur #relation #darwin #filtre #natalite #economie #education #selectionnaturelle #instinct #rencontre #catalogue #pulsion #defi #bonheur #couple #parent #reseauxsociaux #ado #romantisme #ecran #communication #joie

https://youtube.com/shorts/peh8M1XVoBM?feature=share

Suntem mânați de-a dreptul spre pierzare, fără să ne îngrijim deloc de soarta noastră Ne-am pus mâinile în sân, ne-am lăsat pradă nepăsării: „ce-o fi, o fi!”. Iată care e starea noastră! 👉 https://c.aparatorul.md/wzbgj 👈 #autoconservare #ÎmpărățiaCerurilor #ceofiofi #FricaDeDumnezeu #Iad #instinct #JudecataDeApoi #nepăsare #oarte #SfântulTeofanZăvorâtul #TâlcuiridinSfântaScriptură #TalcuiriDinSfântaScripturaPentruFiecareZiDinAn
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#AMD threatens to go medieval on Nvidia with #Epyc and #Instinct: What we know so far
AMD teased its next-generation #AI accelerators at #CES2026, with CEO Lisa Su boasting the #MI500-series will deliver a 1,000x uplift in performance over its two-year-old #MI300X #GPU.
if AMD wants to stay competitive with Nvidia, MI500-series will need to deliver performance on par with if not better than Rubin Ultra Kyber racks.
AMD joins the #rackscale race with #MI455X #Helios racks.
https://www.theregister.com/2026/01/07/mi500x_amd_ai/

#AMD threatens to go medieval on Nvidia with #Epyc and #Instinct: What we know so far
AMD teased its next-generation #AI accelerators at #CES2026, with CEO Lisa Su boasting the #MI500-series will deliver a 1,000x uplift in performance over its two-year-old #MI300X #GPU.
if AMD wants to stay competitive with Nvidia, MI500-series will need to deliver performance on par with if not better than Rubin Ultra Kyber racks.
AMD joins the #rackscale race with #MI455X #Helios racks.
https://www.theregister.com/2026/01/07/mi500x_amd_ai/

Why your brain doesn’t work the way you think it does and what you can do about it. We review #FrancisCholle’s #TheIntuitiveCompass: http://the-agency-review.com/intuitive-compass @francischolle #josseybass #intuition #instinct #logic #cognition

AMD Instinct MI500: CDNA 6 erscheint 2027 mit HBM4E, MI455X debütiert mit Helios https://www.computerbase.de/news/grafikkarten/amd-instinct-mi500-cdna-6-erscheint-2027-mit-hbm4e-mi455x-debuetiert-mit-helios.95695/ #AMD #Instinct #AI #CES2026

AMD Instinct MI500: CDNA 6 erscheint 2027 mit HBM4E, MI455X debütiert mit Helios https://www.computerbase.de/news/grafikkarten/amd-instinct-mi500-cdna-6-erscheint-2027-mit-hbm4e-mi455x-debuetiert-mit-helios.95695/ #AMD #Instinct #AI #CES2026

Suntem mânați de-a dreptul spre pierzare, fără să ne îngrijim deloc de soarta noastră Ne-am pus mâinile în sân, ne-am lăsat pradă nepăsării: „ce-o fi, o fi!”. Iată care e starea noastră! 👉 https://c.aparatorul.md/by5ah 👈 #autoconservare #ÎmpărățiaCerurilor #ceofiofi #FricaDeDumnezeu #Iad #instinct #JudecataDeApoi #nepăsare #oarte #SfântulTeofanZăvorâtul #TâlcuiridinSfântaScriptură #TalcuiriDinSfântaScripturaPentruFiecareZiDinAn
https://c.aparatorul.md/by5ah

I hope 2026 will be the year more people realize that intuition is everyone's personal unreliable narrator. It is a "cave brain" thing not suited for situations more complex than "Where angry tiger in forest?", and certainly not sufficient for judging people or social situations. Yes, ignoring it can be uncomfortable. That's the point of a body function supposed to prevent a fight or flight moment in an actual jungle. But before you make a drastic decision that might hurt you or others due to a brain full of internalised biases (we all have one of these), it's better to get the facts straight.

Sometimes your intuition might be right, sometimes it might be wrong, but unless it's an situation of actual immediate danger, it's not a thing one should use as main source for decision making in a complex world.

(Signed, someone with anxiety and therefore a lot of experience with distorted instincts and bad decisions based on assumptions)

https://www.psychologytoday.com/gb/blog/decisions-and-the-brain/202303/the-dangers-of-intuition

#Psychology #Instinct #Bauchgefuehl #Bias #NewYear2026

Why the way you are thinking is wrong and has been wrong for thousands of years. We review Rebecca Heiss’s Instinct: http://the-agency-review.com/instinct @DrRebeccaHeiss #instinct #advertising #marketing #brains #thinking

Herder-Supercomputer: Hunter-Nachfolger in Stuttgart setzt auf Zen 6 und MI430X https://www.computerbase.de/news/wirtschaft/herder-supercomputer-hunter-nachfolger-in-stuttgart-setzt-auf-zen-6-und-mi430x.95352/ #AMD #Instinct #HPE