Suffocation and commitment

Both deal with the idea of being trapped and I despise that feeling. The feeling of not being able to do or prevent something, of being powerless.

Rumo. There's no possible way to describe this book other than a coherent cocaine trip that went surprisingly well.

Reading this article--while impressive--just shows us how far we are from a true AI. The definition of AI is "the theory and development of computer systems able to perform tasks that normally require human intelligence, such as visual perception, speech recognition, decision-making, and translation between languages".

In order to create a true AI, the machine itself would have to be as perfectly flawed as humans. It would have to possess the ability for irrational thinking, misinterpretation, forming a bias and then dismantling that bias. That would be true metalearning. We learn and interpret this world by making mistakes, recognizing these mistakes, then rectifying them. Additionally, in order for an AI to be fully integrated in our world AS a true AI and not a complex calculator, it would have to be able to recognize and factor in the numerous inconsistencies and exceptions in both our world and in humans. Creating an AI without these imperfections would make it nothing more than a machine, because as much science as philosophy provides on how and why and ways to recognize a human's thought process, there are always exceptions and information gaps.

As long as we are unsure of the exact way a human mind operates, a true AI will be nothing more than science fiction.

Lovely, I'm heading to Ireland in about two weeks.

If you visit "spaceflight now", it'll give you a whole schedule of upcoming launches.

Thank you, I'm glad the emotion came across as intended.

This is what it's like to fail.

To fall and scream,

To break and decay.

To float aimlessly until you're anchored at the bottom by the weight in your chest.

This is what it's like to lose.

To grasp nothingness.

To envy and hate.

To try again and again because you've been told you could but you can't and now you're--

This is what it's like to fall.

This is what it's like to crash.

This is what it's like to be collected in a heap of broken bones by the depths of despair and you're trapped, alone.

This is what it's like heal.

Slow and painful.

Cautiously, but able.

This is what it's like to stand.

To wobble and trip.

To stumble and shake.

To grasp blindly for the walls as support and they cut your palms, but you're on your feet.

This is what it's like to climb.

To burn and tremble.

To bleed and sweat.

To ignore the protests of your mind and heed the leaps of your heart until finally, finally!

You're free.

And the light burns your eyes and skin and you're tired but you've started again and now, now you're--

This is what it's like to succeed.

Cool buy all the same and looking forward to it!

Cool buy all the same and looking forward to it!

I'm not a big DIYer, but just wanted to say that place looks beautiful!

Thanks! That definitely explains some of the user-to-user interaction I've seen.

I've been trying to follow a lot of tags for that reason. I notice after a good 30 minutes, there's nothing else to look at.

Ha! And I've been noticing that. I've only been on for three days and I already recognize many usernames (yours included).

Gay his life must be.

3D printing still wouldn't produce a miniature as detailed or well painted as something manufactured though. If people want something quality and "rare", they still have to buy through companies. Even if a person tried to produce them himself, they'd end up costing more than what he's selling them for.

Are they wood? They look interesting.

I'm not necessarily saying people help others for the sole purpose of feeling good, but it's definitely a result and may even be a subconscious driving factor.

Oh, thank God!

Yours as well and unfortunately the closest to it I've ever dabbled with is violin. I can only play trombone and piano. :') Your song sounds great by the way!

But climate change "doesn't exist".

I don't know why I find that so funny, but I'm crying. I hope they wrap my apples in convenient little packages next.