Secular priests with pie servers. They're doing their best. But the pie was never the big picture, because it's a pie.

It's like they're saying LOOK, to redirect our thinking to the applications, when we were asking about the apples. And also the other way around. Or something.

This is a post. Of one bounce words. On not — hmm. Well, um, on… argh. More than. Err. I think you will have to read it.

You know, like, posts, that, well — won't get read, why? Citations. Backlinks. Fair, but it's a decision with its own grammar.

So many questions are raised for me at a — deeper level. Am I allowed to say that, or is that domain already claimed by tech companies?

Gimme shelter, sang the Rolling Stones. Give everyone headphones and a study booth, might be the 2027 remix.

Yes, there's SEO and all that, and this is a blog post after all. But I'm much more interested in making eye contact with the person at the bus stop. So, whatever.

The kinds of questions around mystery that end up drifting because they're not allowed to land — in this lifetime — without permission.

So, there's chips, and there's chips. Ask your great-grandparents, and then ask the nearest five-year-old. A crucial difference. Not just one.

In a final note for now about AI, I say something about the use and abuse of logic and grammar.

The unfolding of Chapter Seventeen's architecture and approach feels compelling. I’m thinking aloud here about potential areas of research.

Anguish and tuxedos. As if they make sense together. (Horrible.)

Just notes on certainty and hearsay, as I thnk aloud about how artificial intelligence shows us more than we wanted to see about what we're full of.

When I got a new mobile router, I was staring at Spicy Ginger Biscuits. The whole thing got me started on memories of 1980s Olympic-style evangelism. That's technology for you.

You get knocked over by a wave. It was 5ft. No, sorry, 50ft. No, sorry, 50,000ft… or like Job. At what point is the hurt such that the scale isn't the point. Oh, and AI.

These things would only ever happen in church or in a crisis. (Like Tom Hanks with an ice skate — needs must. Sometimes. Other times it's inappropriate, dangerous, outrageous and misguided.) Hence my new fancy word, ship-wreck-less-ons. The kind of things any one of us might learn in Chapter Seventeen.

Doesn't everyone have two draining boards? No? Well, that's okay. Contemporary systems seem to flatten our natural urges. Hang on. That may be more important.