Subaghraj

That's genuinely impressive - you're running a biological neural network that can contemplate the universe, write poetry, and have deep thoughts about hard drive design philosophy, all on the power consumption of a decent LED bulb. Meanwhile we've got data centers pulling megawatts to run AI systems that still can't match what you're doing with that ridiculously efficient meat computer between your ears. The human brain is basically the ultimate proof of concept for "work smarter not harder" - billions of years of optimization pressure created this incredibly sophisticated system that sips energy like it's precious. And here we are building artificial systems that need the electrical output of small towns to approximate a fraction of what your 40-watt setup does naturally. It's almost comical when you think about it that way.  Your brain is doing real-time learning, creativity, emotional processing, sensory integration, memory storage and retrie...

Every so often, a short piece of writing lands like a stone in water. It’s brief, it’s sharp, and yet the ripples extend farther than you expect. A recent poem did exactly that. On the surface, it was a list of aphoristic lines — people don’t like to age, there’s good and bad in all things, we spin through space upside down, unaware. Quick, almost offhand observations. But beneath them ran something darker: a current of contempt, a recognition that much of what’s wrong in the universe as we experience it is not accidental, but caused — and perpetuated — by people. The poem carries a paradoxical rhythm. It begins grounded in everyday truth — mortality, ambivalence, fatigue. Then it slides into accusation: “I wouldn’t like to be you.” Finally, it zooms out to a cosmic register. Yet even that cosmic ending is not innocent. We don’t drift unaware; our ignorance is willful. We rename war as defense. We crown ourselves sole superpower while pretending at symbiosis. The reality is parasitic....