What do you know, that you were not taught?

Seriously... What’s your name? Who taught you that? When did you learn it?

Who would you be if you could have chosen now? What would you be?

No one knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯, but it opens the mind to think about this.

Many are beginning to lose their belief in well known points of history. Likely, a generational occurrence. Meaning something that happens to all generations at various moments. Likely, something more prevalent since the dawn of the internet. But are we not collectively seeing the holes within the generally guided points of history.

It makes sense... Wouldn’t power write away its own atrocities while magnifying the harrowing tales of their fallen enemy? To the victor belong the spoils and all those other quotes which seem to hit home, regardless of who first spoke them. Or better yet, who we attribute them too, in terms of history. We poke fun, by playing with words such as calling it ‘his-story.’ But this kind of fluidity, applied to our vernacular seems to be a correct way for opening the mind to the art of possibility.

We have a system that seems to indicate an end point. Through grades, degrees and other levels. Societal expectations and pressures add to a complexity that quite often could be triangulated for simplicity:

Rest

Work

Learn

These are primary points of existence which all of us adhere to, in various forms and fashions. Metaphorically, existing like other things such as our primary colours and the layered fractals they can create in terms of the infinite supply of colours they provide.

Learning within a school system opens doors to academia land.

Learning on the casting couch seemingly brings a person closer to stardom.

Oh the things we have observed, ever since the 4th wall came down. But I digress…

The point is that introspection is available to all of us. It is one of the few commonalities we share as a human race. Maybe it’s even the thing which clearly separates us from the animal kingdom. Who knows? For myself, I don’t currently recall a past life as a cat. And yet, I can’t judge the experience of others. For like you, presumably, I am simply human.

Yet, for some reason talk of artificial intelligence and machine learning methods. Seems to leave me questioning what it truly is that I am traveling through. As much of the future, for me at least, feels so much like déjà vu.