Welcome to the Commune podcast. This is Jeff Krasno.

Many of you may receive my weekly Sunday commusing article, where I address a breadth of issues from the spiritual to the physiological to the sociopolitical.

And on occasion, I will also record an audio version of these articles

and release it here as a bonus episode. So it's been nearly three years, it's hard to believe,

since we anchored into port lockdown. And my dear friend Jake urged me to start scrawling

my weekly Sunday missive.

And naively in the month of March, in the most wicked year of 2020, I agreed to pen this regular weekend screed.

I figured that words could serve as vessels for emotions.

And through sharing them, we might all find some

comfort. We might discover that we were not alone. But soon, I found myself over a literary barrel,

2,000 words per week. As Skyler often asks me, how do you have anything else to possibly say?

And I rejoin. It's not what I say that changes. It's how I say it. And of course, this is what makes life so interesting.

A stare at a leaf. It's asymmetrical. It's imperfect. Yet we sense an order to it. Now pick up

another leaf. Its shape, its edges, its veins are different, distinctive. Yet again, we sense the same

order to it. Nature isn't straight. It's wiggly. And from this wiggly diversity, life bursts

forth selecting under pressure for the best of it. Now probably like you, Jake and I are tooling

around with AI, who I have affectionately dubbed Albert Einstein with an eye.

Amazing, I thought. With chat GPT, I'll never need to write another essay again.

My Saturdays will be liberated for hikes and household chores.

However, despite its ability to give me 500 very serviceable words in seconds on topics from ketosis to the eightfold

normal path. There is something just wrote about it. It's not wiggly. So perhaps I still have an

excuse to avoid cleaning the gutters. Jake's upcoming wonderful, sleep-deprived musing has got me thinking about AI,

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