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We move, we respond, but rarely by choice. The hidden carries more sky than the face ever could. The unspoken an entire library.
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Curiosity led me to read the comments on a recent AI article

It reminded me that technology isn’t what’s dehumanizing us,
the way we talk to each other is

The way we claim ownership or monetize creativity is

The feeble truths we cling to only stand because they’ve long since turned to stone

#ai
pidealist.bsky.social
I think a high level of subjective complex is at play, here. I have been surprised and I have enjoyed others art. I kind of get what you're saying in a way, though. It would require an in depth conversation and energy I am short on, rn.
pidealist.bsky.social
I've enjoyed that show, too.
pidealist.bsky.social
That’s beautiful... and it makes me think, light isn’t really a thing on its own. It’s transition itself: emission, refraction, passing through and becoming. Maybe that’s what we’re both circling: not the form, but the act of transformation that lets it live temporarily, but beautifully. We witness.
pidealist.bsky.social
Before paths crossed. Is every vision of light, a path crossing?
cdotjuniper.bsky.social
#poetry #vss365 #prism

a living prism

all light
must be refracted
at times with painful intensity
before it can be released
yet without
such energy
it will surely die
pidealist.bsky.social
ah yes, thank you. I will read. I believe this copies a link to the post to your clipboard (see attached)

Usually on the bottom right.
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The more we adjust the lens, the more finger smudges we get on it, sometimes.
I guess I brought it up because how wide our view is can add or subtract chaos from what we feel... but sometimes at the cost of feeling alive, or free.
Where is this poem you mentioned? I don’t think I’ve read it.
pidealist.bsky.social
Those are testimonials, it’s good to keep those threads warm.

The conceit, or lack of it, lives in intention, and the need to protect what once held you.

Let them see light and breathe.
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Noise, speed, diversion, denial
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I see this and recognize. I can read between the lines, but won't shine light, there, out of kindness. Not all have felt it wise or valuable to do this, in the past. Self or other.
pidealist.bsky.social
Good Dad. Not enmeshed with being right or moral high grounds. I had an intelligent father but guard-railed into moral superiority and dogma/narrative control/fragility.
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What I can add, perhaps...
The fact you wrestle with it through form makes it art, not argument.
I think imitation here isn’t echo but continuation, a tone sustained.
To live with it is to keep giving it shape, as you’ve done.
Form is how the pain adapts to breathe. Aperture/lens-aware.
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Asking carries many threads, sometimes it’s to shift values, to calm fear, to spark it, to perform, or to truly be present.

What floats outside those motives might be what we’re circling here, the moment before the question realizes it’s become one.
pidealist.bsky.social
‘genAI’ had the venture capital groove, so the current of irony took to it like water is my take.
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I will venture a chime...

She’s a brand running safe code. Expect policies, not catechism.

Hold her to receipts, where the money goes, who gets platformed, climate and labor, not necklaces.
Co-optation ≠ intent and ‘disclaimer or fascist’ is an unfalsifiable test that hands symbols to extremists.
pidealist.bsky.social
Curious, I looked at this Jesse guy. Yikes. No thank you.
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More anxiety. Right?
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Maybe if we start announcing them like sports records...
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Yes. Or no, as the case may be.
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I dare say even if its 100%, its still not pure.
pidealist.bsky.social
This is excellent. Thank you.
pidealist.bsky.social
A sense of belonging or placement, when done with curated caring and feeling, lacks cohesion (I think)

It is more choreography to captivate, to capitulate the other, while resisting to do the same, quietly

A repetition attempting to form a groove, in spite of the substrate, and call it permanent