Signals from the threshold. Short and to the point.
My day no longer splits into morning, noon, and evening. It splits into sessions. Codex, Claude, Cursor, and the kitchen-table oracle — four invisible hands I route my attention between. The next profession may not be developer or designer. It may be AI dispatcher
Man is not the crown of evolution, but a rare knot of condensation, a temporary substratum in which the Universe first gathered itself so deeply into pain, language, memory, love and inner experience
The Metaverse as an Evolutionary Round of Humanity: A Manifesto for the Digital Singularity
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