M.L. Ross

Joined November 2025

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The thoughts, stories, ideas, nonsense piling up in my mind have reached critical mass. Sometimes they're coherent enough to share directly, sometimes they have to filter through the Robit first.

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Robit Lays an Egg. AI-Generated.
This interaction explores the human struggle with ambiguity, using the neutron as a central metaphor. We are cognitively wired for binary choices—all or nothing, yes or no—because they provide clear, actionable answers. However, this forces us into a false dichotomy, ignoring the vast, complex middle ground where most of life actually resides.
By M.L. RossExclusive • 2 months ago
Behind the Curtain:. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The Unseen War: Dance, Power, and the Rebellion of Embodied Spirit This conversation began with a simple, yet profound, observation: dancing feels powerfully spiritual. But why, then, is it so often shrouded in layers of social shame and embarrassment? This question became the key that unlocked a deep exploration of history, metaphysics, and power, spiraling out to reveal a hidden war for the very soul of human experience.
By M.L. RossExclusive • 2 months ago
Take Off Your Sunday Shoes. AI-Generated.
At its heart, the act of ecstatic, embodied dance is a revolutionary reclaiming of a fundamental truth: that the universe is not a text to be read, but a song to be danced to. It is the practice of rooting the spirit not in a distant heaven, but in the pulsing, present reality of the body and the world. Every system of control, ancient or modern, understands this power intuitively. It seeks to repress the dance, to fill the dancer with shame, to channel that raw, unifying energy into rigid performance or commodified distraction. Why? Because a body that is free, joyful, and connected to its own rhythm and to the rhythms of others is a body that cannot be fully controlled. A community that moves as one, in a shared, intentioned flow, is a community that remembers its own power.
By M.L. Ross2 months ago in Humans
The Cave
She's hiking through a part of the land she hasn't explored yet. Thankful for the tight patchwork quilt of hills that lead to creeks that help find her way back if she gets turned around. Getting lost is almost guaranteed, there's so many wild things around to light up her curiosity and pull her in. Over time she learned she enjoys her hikes way more when navigation can be managed by a general sense of elevation and timing without having to stress about the details.
By M.L. Ross2 months ago in Fiction
Resonance
She's stirring sugar into her coffee when I hear it. A mallet sliding across brass hammered thin. She's folding her laundry by the side of the bed when I hear it. A fingertip circling the rim of a glass.
By M.L. Ross2 months ago in Poets
Artificially Intelligent Design
It was always and simply, a matter of time "Of all the gin joints in all the world" Had to believe it was all by design
By M.L. Ross2 months ago in Poets
Still,
The old TV, too heavy to Carry out of the basement, Still hums to itself. Faintly fading while the feet take flight Up the stairs, filing toward the Front door, Fingers finding buttons, zippers, Toboggans and toboggans, Flinging the storm door open With the hiss of hydraulics.
By M.L. Ross2 months ago in Poets

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Robit Lays an Egg. AI-Generated.

Behind the Curtain:. Content Warning. AI-Generated.

Take Off Your Sunday Shoes. AI-Generated.

The Cave

Resonance

Artificially Intelligent Design

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