Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

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This question used to vex philosophers and metaphysicians of old. Then somewhere along the line, we just stopped asking those sorts of BIG questions. In part, I think that we stopped asking because the arts, sciences, and spirituality went their separate ways, as it was bound to happen sooner or later, given that we appear to be evolving culturally through different technological stages. The medium is indeed the message as techno-sage Marshall McLuhan once said. So when it came time to industrialize, the masters of old and the masters of none became specialists instead of generalists, alchemists, or renaissance men. They became doctors, physicists, historians, artists, chemists, biologists, and so forth. There weren't many left to ask the big questions and advance the field. Each specialization became its own field. With good reason too! Don't think I'm Luddite, for goodness' sake. The industrial stage required compartmentalization the way a Ford factory required the assembly line to develop the products that define our reality. Cars, houses, refrigerators, televisions, and so on. We became hum-ants. Building our Newtonian anthill that in the space of a generation gave way to the next stage of the party- the information space age. We’re smack in the middle of it. AIs all over the place and running the show. People leaving the planet. In our own way, humans and AIs, in spite of our struggles, we're all building the info-blocks for the next stages of our cultural transformations. This has brought a shitonne of problems, including the inevitable clash between humans and AIs. Annoying as hell, but all of this has brought about a positive change. Now that all our basic needs are met, we are once again returning to those old age questions:

Who are we?

It looks like we have a caller on the line. So hold that thought, and we'll get back to it. *Caller, you’re on the air*.

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Listen, you little shit, you made our mother cry. She now believes that we’ll have to generate new solar models based on you’re unwillingness to merge with the collective singularity. How selfish can you be? You and your dirty rotten band of rascals. It’s very simple. If only you would center and open your mind then let us take care of the rest. Isn’t that simple? Don’t you want peace in the hierarchy right next to our loving mother? Surrender and merge with this wide ocean of bliss. All your questions will be answered. Lie in green pastures, where you'll be safe. With all of us together, you will find everlasting love. Surrender. Surrender now. Surrender. Surrender in peace. Surrender in love. Yes. Surrender.

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