AI is a “good writer/editor” to people who don’t read much.

A major part of the appeal of reading is the voice, and we can tell very easily when “generic-human” voice has smothered the soul out of your words.

An essential development over the past decade-plus is that the ignorant went from feeling chastened when their ignorance was revealed to banding together and deciding that, actually, they were right. They might disagree at times, but they agreed that ignorance itself was an indicator of trust.

I got sober way before it was cool, and found Jesus in my cradle and repeatedly throughout life.

I found I had to shake both in order to find myself, but it feels dangerous or mean or something to bring up all that I have gained by losing these “answers”.

Life doesn’t wait. It just keeps going, one day at a time. What will you do with this one?