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.

News stories and memories colliding around rollercoasters, circuses and empty church buildings. Outrageous, glorious, both?

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.

Thinking aloud on questions of philosophy and AI, touching on strawberry ice cream and elevator music.

How can I say this loudly enough. There are sites that get the job done, and there are sites that don't think that alone was the point. Stewards and Advocates for each other. Salt and light. Ambience. Flavour.

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.

Taking something or someone seriously means not hoovering in front of the football, and saving their drafts from the bin. And other things I've learned.

Here's a word-based mind worm for you. Not that you probably wanted one, because that's not how mind worms work. Sorry, but you've come this far and there's no going back.

Preaching through philosophical thought experiments, or just pondering? Toning it down, hyping it up — what's going on with my writing, I wonder aloud.

More notes on my thinking around metaphor and metametaphor — and how metaphor can provide scaffolding for ideas, thought experiments and meaning.

My website looks quite standard until that menu item — Stage Door. It's what happens with a literary imagination birthed in Bible and Bagpuss.

Am I alone in finding everything I encounter brings up a thousand other things? Now apply that to reading the Bible. I know.

Just an average writing day, but genuinely finding my private thinking interrupted by questions about how that might seem if said aloud.

There's a gap here, but it's not nothing. It's between the actor and the audience, the words and the meaning, and between artificial intelligence and — Spirit and Truth, perhaps?