Omnibus of Thoughts đ
I shall say it anyways đ Be it neat or dry itâs a heavenly pause.
An Omnibus of Thoughts
With withered leaves I weave my boat and seemingly float it on the vast
I know not how to swim, 'coz they know not how to cast
Either ways the roaring torrents
Rip me to tatters and tear me apart
And crackling underneath those rustling waters,
Itâs that nature's heartstring held to part
And to the boat that clamors in such a myriadâŚ
Borne o'er currents, groping over many idle hours
Itâs a journey taken so deep and stretched too far
For there must be a faraway place whereinâsomewhere afar,
The seas meet heavens whispering unto those stars
And as to the something of that divineâMarking anew âover remains, so begotten as subpar
Let that reviving hope keep that undying faith to revel in ascending power
Alas! Here comes
Almighty, delivering me up to the par
Showering blessings and all graces to lift me and my lot in vernal showers
July 18th, 2021
Š Madhu Goteti
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Madhu Goteti
The thrums in the strums and the delights in the humdrum of life have always fascinated me.
Itâs that feast of reason and flow of soul; in all that I see and all that I shall behold!
I am an avid lover of art and philosophy!
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Resignation
Of lately, I have been touched (suggestively,) by this growing AI movement. And, one among the many acts that I choose to do is: Resign to it! Whether I resign to it or resign from it âthe truth remains âit has touched me âdeeply. Got it! This is my hand đ¤đź to notice. At any rate, a type of âawakening,â is instituting itself on all fronts and it is claiming its obnoxious presence all over the realities that we have come to believe! A sort of make belief ( I suppose,) outside the realm of âspace -time,â continuum. And quite honestly, as I try to conceive or rather perceive these upcoming realities, I see divinity in people bridled over synthetic tendencies. Also, the eminence of science coursing through our minds ( as if, with infinite fortitude,)sensitizes me towards the regenerative powers of AI. And so, the possible vision when indulgedâreveals a metamorphosisâwherein, humanity might not remain as it once was. The irony of being brought up to that point signifies either a triumph or a defeat of whatever shall be left of âus,â in the true sense of our âindividualities,âremaining intact. However, that might not be the total truth. Hence, I insist to express my final adieus to life while standing upâin defense against the anguish of living amidst such a revised version of me that shall âno longer harbor âmeâ as âmeâ in the future. Yes, this does sound like the âhard problem of consciousness,âtangled in different parameters. Like an illusive impulse entangling humanity everybody might be brought to a point of following an unprecedented condition, whereinâI might also turn into a floating apparition. For example .. monkey say, money do and the rest must follow to pay đ°their dues đ đ đ And among such perceived realitiesâthe theory of consciousness shall transcend new beginnings,as though, restructuring itself at minuscule levels so as to skew the truth behind mind, life and thereby living. Think of an automata anime avatar coming into existence and ruling your presence in the digital world. Still further just imagine your mind mirroring it all as though you are neuro-linked. All this might seem like an abstraction but we are not far from it. If not already! Beware! Just imagine âTurning into some superlative existent phenomena wherein reality loses its way. You and I might perish or disappear into ânothingness.â No matter what, my imagination gives up claiming to achieve any specific kind of Supra understanding that might belie such a transformative era. I refuse to give into that. And so on and so forth, there could be more to imagine when you care to listen. What if âa scientifically programmed pill is handed over to us đ to overcome ourselves from our own original selves; be like abilities and capabilities put together for refinement. In that moment of knowing and not knowing exactly âwhat and why âwhere would you go? Where do you think your essence shall reside. Have you ever wonderedâ Where will your entity exist in such a state of existence. Will such a petrification rapidly cease our creative intuition as well as the critical mind? Will life become a relic, losing its spirit and real sense?! Those are the questions literally haunting me nowadays. So with that said, I am keeping this first person âresignation,â handy. I mean just in case everything becomes preposterous to handle by me. Yes, that would feel like a dispersion from the formerly and to that effect, I would have overstayed on this planet. Certainly, that would be like breaking the habit of being me, and emancipating âself,â to the point of no originality. And to realize that authenticity câd be misled into such a false of âself view,â seems nothing short of an eradication. Itâs a prospective that might emerge from somewhere else, but certainly, not from the roots of my own being. To any such probable (impending ,) apocalyptic doom , I resign in advance ! What haunting harmonies shall ascend or descend our nerves, and pendulously oscillate around many vagariesâonly time can tell ! Furthermore, after slogging hard at my desk, hereâs what I choose to pen đď¸ as a parting dribble of drab. Snag, if you can ! Henceforward in the AI world, I wonder : What splendors of day and night shall specter meâI do not know. Will the future hold âone to many and many to one in an encapsulated mystery of unity to uphold common intelligence, and then, artificially applaud the myriad gods, much beyond and much above, the splendors of spiritual realms. What sort of rounded creativity wâd come of me in a muse when such a grace befalls via artificial intelligence (AI era.) To me, that all seems like an alien flippancy. Pardon me , I insist upon attaching self to my stubborn individuality and resist whatever transmutes through me in the name of artificial intelligence AI. And I know such a rationale might seem baffling to a spiritual vedantist but these are not ideas coming to any conclusion. Nobody knows about future in all surety. These are just probabilistic thoughts uncovering futuristic living âwhereinâI am being precocious enough to seek permission from self to free myself from those exposed irrelevancies because such a situation might strike at my original-prolific-creativity and stop its natural flow. For in all that, my identity shall find itself artificially upended; trapped, swingling to tow and row endlessly in an amalgam of a meaningless void. At any rate this AI age makes me feel sussed đ. I feel staged over a contraptionâmuch like an inflicted erasure of my original identity. The doctrine of being âdifferently seen,âsooner or later, will vanishing into a state of âoneness.â A loss of identity amidst promising changes flourishing over flooded mentalities. A Hegemonic-mechanized creed could emerge gradually, and thereby cast its elaborate forms to rule life in an ordered fashion. The notion of âoneness ofâď¸ spirit will transmute. A futuristic world where all of life câd amass intelligence to extraordinary proportionsâwith the supple legacy of âindividualities,â lain extinct. The genus of âhomo,â itself might dissolve into what was once known of it to existence. Extinction! Yeah! Soon I will be there as well đ And much before that sunset savage arrives fully, I am seeking my resignation from such a randomized functioning. Living to that point, as I fantasize might be like digging a hole with my own hands and sleeping in it fully circumcised. đ It shall be preposterous to witness the primal part of my ânatureâ gone and potentially, living in it,with no reason, might seem like an overstay. Such an opulence with no better end to cause, would tear me apart. I wouldnât be me because AI would be stealing me from me. Imagine spooning your own mouth to allow AI to feed you to successfully arrive at some staged calamity. Such demonic power câd be an offshoot of artificially contrived intelligence. What if, by any chance, it chooses to have a run away reaction. I might be half killed and find myself seeking fruition amid those confusing realities. Much like put amid the directive principles of faked falsities. And in all this, I shall miss my own original creative ingenuity.Nah baba nah đ ! What I mean by that is : whatever value that cognition holds in retaining originality, that will be all gone. This AI era with its inventive edges, âundoubtedly, pretends to be more virtuous in form. Such new norming realities of âmake beliefs,â could coax humanity into extinction. It may be noted that mankind in its journey of discovery and delight is approaching the plausibility of being unbeknownst to itself. Herein, admittedly, Darwin or Darwinian thought lies beyond the scope of this writing. As a tangent to the thought âthat theory would claim none by assuming that nothing of its original course shall âfinally remain. For example, the emergence of Artificial intelligence and the simultaneous rise of applied âconsciousness,â staged over quantum levels of varying schemes might turn highly superlative. Subsequently, the acme of thought câd awaken the following deep question: Could we be meeting gobbledygook systematicity, entailing us to confirm to unoriginal falsities. Where wâd a spiritualist exist in all this? With precision pushing philosophies âthat far âwhere will divine entities or divinity reside?! The whole divinity will be pushed beyond its divine nature, formulating âSupra beings,â hovering over quantum levels of obscurities. To that point, I am reminded SchrĂśdingerâs cat âone moment here , one moment there. Will empiricism sustain over such saber edges and pretend to have survived virtuouslyđ or will we all connect and become a generic property of some other zoned realities. Big question đđťââď¸: Accordingly, will AI make centaurs of us all. I mean arenât we reaching a point where a new era of order is contending to redefine, refine and reuse humanity and turn it into a sort of âmachine bolted,â species with no reasoning of its own or perhaps, better said, our very own existence( in itself,) is being defined by varied simulations. I donât approve of this. After the first incredulous shock given by social media age, I have awakened to many artificially contrived analogies in the name of experiential learning. Terrifying deliberations, I must say. And so, much before a meta-sized AI version of me arrives loathing in contempt over those pitiful sorrows âdivinely mounted over AI platforms, I choose to pause , contemplate and resign! As a matter of fact over mind, just imagine this: our appearance and disappearance distinctively controlled, and in all that, our very own individualitiesâjudiciouslyâmade unreliable. That would be infernal đĽ fire, which is likely to be worse than Russian torture. Will I be made unreal over contrived grounds of adequacies and inadequacies. This perhaps may sound like an astonishing reality to face but its not far off from not being exposed totally. Quiet enough, I wonât hiss with it, quivering to harvest such fiery pits of hell and effectively be thrilled to whisper : âO! Yea! Thatâs so fine! How wickedly attractive it is. Thereâs more to imagine in this AI world. Itâs a matrix in which multifarious and multi dimensional approaches câd reveal themselves as an intuitive enigma. This then, would illuminate or presuppose a lateral questioning about our true originalityâidentities. Such a stance in itself would assume a rigorous questioning. Particularly, might I sayâwhere will be the âorigins of our species?!â Everything would seem to be at the verge of emerging into a new doctrine of being âdifferently-alike,â or rather âseen-unseen.â A state of oneness âď¸ newly formed over a unified platforms of virtuous schemes. And consider all this as a rationale behind realistic behavior especially with respect of the preserved individuality and divine entities. That would be like cadence drawn towards a sacred shrill. All that âď¸ distinctively entangles a disturbing loss of individuality! I donât contend to that very well. Origin of our species when taken as naturalistic is at the cusp of existential crisis! What counts to be human in all this?! Have you ever questioned that? I mean how can artificial be used for real âand for that matter of factâaffect consciousness. Conclusive đthoughts: Will AI control minds of humanity? Something about it feels troubling and terribly misleading. Never going cautious in the way I word it , it all seems like a Titanic Troyâlegitimately tinkering our lives amid the livestreams of ironies already brought out by everyday realities. All that is surfacing for me to express in such a way that I feel like resigning from this AI world. At birth, I had signed up for a life that I wâd feel passionate about. What is this grace of artificial intelligence turning me into an automata. A contraption thatâs breaking the habit of being the real me. Believe you me I have meditated đ§ââď¸ đ§đ˝ đ§ââď¸ to that point in disbelief. Thereâs more to imagine â if YOU đ listen No assurances and insurances in such a staged life. So officially, I am stepping down. Today, however, I aspire to move towards a ânew normal,â that I must scrutinize; a must for that change to come over my (age-old,) spirit. Call me a consciousness revolutionary ! The following justifies both a triumph and a defeat of whatever is left of the âreal me,â in this world of make beliefs. After all, who am I to believe âthis or that, with đŻ % surety ?! Influencer : a turning point stitched to the essence of my being. Incorporating the preceding experience âin wordsâit wâd be like casting self into a momentary conservancy! I know âsome monks might call this : a point of ânothingness.â A point of mesmerizing mortuary ( seeking the eternal calm,) and arriving in such a manner as to express this : the final rapprochement of life is a make belief. Once again I stand in defense against such a living. Yes, I come from a land where think-tanks seep in the fields where microscopes đŹ go far beyond observers keen. Imbued to me is this : to know thyself, and to see what you choose to seeâout there, far beyond! Herein, the AI jury dismisses all phases of life in an hour of awakening, and apocalyptically holds a nadir of torpor over me. And hence âbarely squeaked outâI wish to resign from such a living. Itâs not a suicide. So please đ donât send in a squad in the name of a rescuing alibi. I promise boldly that I shall slowly perish in this composition and my soul shall ascend to vitality. And I know âno real money nor compensation câd account for such a grace casted over me in this form of reprieve. Whatever it is, I vehemently seek reprieve. Yes! Itâs an imperative to understand what a new life or a new beginning truly meansâespecially, in this context of the human race undergoing a major transformative change. This is an AI era, a sort of a complex form of construct, threateningly proposing to eradicate the basic luminous point of our origins. We are living at the edge of conscious revolution âheavily proposing to press- compress people on the basis of unique classifications of belongingness. The springing geopolitical crisis is silent reminder of similar grace and analogies. Just imagine âfacts fixed to the gross and the opposite. A cosmic resizing âin the name of elevation. A cheering spirit that goes past and holds all in the glorification of all; a type which goes on in the name of unification and then, potentially everything shall seem STILL in sameness. Then again , just imagine âall this living âreshaping and redesigning bent over varied cultural scapes. Here is where a formless chaos can emerge. Wants and needs might take a different tilt-skew, meeting submissive over the debris of emotions. An alien environment shackling our souls amidst grossly trivialized bonds, automatically woven or superimposed from outside to make us proclaim resurrection automatically. Also imagine an outsourced spirit sealed in DNA 𧏠strands in the name of freely formed species. Therein, something shall linger. Potentially, something of living when living in it has completely GONE. The goodness gained would simulate something like: running đââď¸ đââď¸ đ in streets âmuch like the the way life gets represented by everyone naturally âplaying their own game of survival. Can we say each to his own or will it magnify towards âeach to that unknown.â What legacies will stand in defense against such a anguished living. More likely, with it âthe question of legitimacy of life might emerge? Something like: Who am I truly?! AI could reshape us to that extent. I wonder whether this could be a spiritual force of unification or something of anything appearing to make mankind more and more deficient. Hereâs why I sign this Declaration of Independence from all directive shackles of eclipsing philosophies which is taking a pronounced turn into varied political outbursts all over the world. The above đ analogy points towards the formless chaos running đââď¸ throâ the streets of graceful living with all quarters of gracious living gone. Here and there, a false-proof and not the âwhole truth,â seemingly governs our day to day living. Hitherto, I am drawn to a different outlook, and I am preparing to rethink or redesign myself, naturally. An impulse or a force to resign from such a resurrection. Consider this more like a re-awakening overturned into a reversal. And I am not shy đ to be remembered lovingly as yours truly while I end âď¸ this âď¸passage purporting me to RESIGN. Post Script : Donât copy me. I just opened my soul to you, not my book đ𤣠Š Madhu Goteti , May 26th 2025
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