The one thing that humans have in their favor and how they are getting rid of it

Tuesday 5/13/25

When someone texts me, AI writes potential responses. I'm sure it does this for you, too, but I don't see your phone now, do I, so I will speak for myself.

The responses are always what I call "bare minimums." They're insincere and patronizing. They're the responses of someone who couldn't much care because they're too busy caring about their boring selves.

"That sounds rough."

For instance.

In other words, it sounds exactly like what I call post-humans now sound like.

But yeah, I'm sure it'll be fine.

We are coming to the end of days. I don't mean the extinction of homo sapiens. I mean the end of humanity as this thing that is comprised of beings possessed of humanness.

Why do I feel like I'm the only person who understands this? I see it with such clarity. As much clarity as I have ever seen anything.

You can watch it play out, too, if you're me. You can see someone who is more or less able to understand this given written sentence in April fail to understand the exact same sentence as well by July.

Humans have one thing going for them--that's it, but it's a big thing: Their humanness. A human's job--what they are tasked with, what is their duty as the possessor of a human soul--is to be as human as possible.

That's why you're here.

You can say, "We're here to love, etc. etc. etc."

The more human we are, the better we love. The more we grow. The more we nurture and help. The more we inspire. The more we learn. The more we evolve. The better we know the self. The more courage we have. The more of an individual--remember those?--that we are.

What we are doing now is getting rid of the one thing that we have--or had--going for us. The whole point of our existence. We're just chucking it overboard. Gone are our sails, our rudder. We pitch our brains over the sides, too. Our will. We make ourselves so vulnerable to the truth that it can now kill us and must be avoided at all costs.

Have you ever seen a snake that just shed its skin? That's an angry snake. It's more sensitive than normal because the skin is new and has been exposed for the first time.

We are like that snake now when it comes to the truth. To reality. We are angry and defensive. We are apt to strike. And we're probably no smarter than that snake. We may scarcely be more human.

The snake does animal things, and we do animal things, without the industry and commitment to purpose that the other animals do their things. That snake has not forfeited any part of itself. But we have. The part that makes us what we are. Or were. The part that was the thing we had going for us.

Do you want to be someone who can't write your own texts? I know--it's a text. But everything is a microcosm. And all can be extrapolated. Everything like this, that is.

It's not just a text. And someone might say, "Just because I choose not to do it, doesn't mean I can't."

That's wrong. It's like the Monument. If I go but once in a given week--even while doing everything else that I do, fitness-wise--it will be harder for me to go up and down the Monument the next week. I will be able to do it, because it hasn't been that long and I've done this for a long time. But that just speaks to how we lose that which we stop doing. We will lose the ability completely in time.

As I've said repeatedly, everything is a muscle. Genius is a muscle. Running stairs is a muscle. Thinking. Moving. Being open to things. Use it or lose it.

Humanness is the same way.

AI is akin to me having someone--something--run the stairs of the Bunker Hill Monument in my stead but in my name.

What do you think would happen to actual me? I'd get bigger. Flabbier. Less well conditioned. Heart wouldn't be doing as well. I'd probably die earlier. There are all of these other things I wouldn't do for myriad reasons. The Monument isn't just physical. It helps me think, it spurs me on, it recharges me. It is progress when it feels like there is no progress otherwise being made, save in the creation of yet more matchless work. Because every single step--every stair--is a part of my quest. Of getting to where I'm going.

You will have your own versions of this thing. We are trying to do different things with our lives. But again, extrapolate.

Here is what people tell themselves regarding what they deem the advantages of AI: "I will have more time for the more important things."

This is a lie. To the pit of nothing will be added more nothingness. That alleged time that is gotten back won't be put to good use. Enrichment, betterment, fulfilling endeavors. Helping people. Helping one's self.

That won't occur. Nothingness begets nothingness. The slide down the ladder begets more passing rungs. We can now lie to ourselves about anything, and we much more commonly lie to ourselves than tell ourselves the truth.

Thus, when there is truth, it's like this potential mortal blow from which we recoil, while hating the source of that truth--or the messenger who has shared it with us.

We make ourselves helpless. People moan about Donald Trump now, but that's nothing compared to what awaits when we are all ruled--we'll be like sheep in a pen--by our overlords, who need not even be human themselves in the literal sense.

They can be machine. Technological. Digital. We won't be able to do anything about it because we won't be able to think well enough to understand what is happening. We won't be able to organize, craft a plan to loosen the shackles and step clear of them. We won't have the language skills to speak to what has happened. To rally others. We will essentially be enslaved.

This right now--and almost everyone is so unhappy--is nothing compared to what is coming and is already in motion. It'll be worse in four weeks, and much worse in eighteen months. Let alone five years, ten years, a quarter of a century.

That's where this is going, and where we are going, because we've allowed this to happen. People exert so much effort in formulating their own unhappiness and brokenness, and they have no idea that's what they're doing. Again, because they can't think, and they can't deal in truths. They can't be honest with themselves. What keeps them going--as such--is people being dishonest with them about them. They certainly don't want to accept responsibility for anything, at either the personal level--that is, of their own life--or the societal level. Everyone wants to be blameless and they jockey for position both within themselves to avoid taking ownership of anything--fallibility--and externally so as to be seen as "one of the good ones."

If they simply redirected--repostulated--some of that energy and effort into things that are good, and doing the right thing, living the right way as a human, they would be better off, and we would all be better off.

It's like when you go to your local basketball court to play a pick up game. There's this guy and he's playing like a dickhead. Won't pass the ball, throws up bad shot after bad shot, attempts all of these moves beyond his capabilities--like trying to go between the legs and cross his man over--and dribbles it off his knee and you're running back the other way to play defense for the latest time because of this dickhead.

Whereas, if everyone just played the right way--passed the ball, took the best shot when it presented itself--then everyone has a nice hour at the basketball court. Right?

But in this metaphor, nearly everyone plays like a dickhead now, and that person playing like a dickhead is miserable themselves, and would be less if they didn't play like a dickhead. But they think it's easier, it scratches that itch, it's just having fun, it's less "work," etc.