so many prompts, not enough agents.

so many KPIs, not enough roadmaps

Toute marche est une marche spirituelle.

 

so many algorithms, not enough complexity

Still falling

Breathless and on again

Inside today

Beside me today

Around broken in two

'Till you eyes shed

Into dust

Like two strangers

Turning into dust

'Till my hand shook with the way I fear

I could possibly be fading

Or have something more to gain

I could feel myself growing older

I could feel myself under your fate

Under your fate

It was you breathless and tall

I could feel my eyes turning into dust

And two strangers turning into dust

Turning into dust

 “(...) in the evening there is feeling.”

Stein, G. (1874-1946)

“In the morning there is meaning (...) ”

Stein, G. (1874-1946)

 

The sea is calling, and I must go.

Every soul has a dark side, waiting to be unleashed.

“Silence is from inner fullness”
Kamaran Ihsan Salih

 

surviving is a group effort

“Becoming a mother leaves no woman as it found her.

It unravels her and rebuilds her. 

It cracks her open, takes her to her edges.

It’s both beautiful and brutal, 

often at the same time.”

McCahon, N.

 The problem is not knowing who we are, but thinking we know who we are.

 well-fashioned soul

[ That good seed ]

Moon, plum blossoms
 this, that
and the day goes 

 ~Kobayashi Issa (1763-1828)