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Buddhist mendicant.
Pali translations at https://suttacentral.net.
I talk suttas at https://discourse.suttacentral.net.
Events: The Monastery at the End of the World https://lokanta.github.io/.
Writings: https://sujato.me/
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“The machines answer not to the common good, to reason, or to humanity. They answer only to the wills of their masters. … We are sleep-walking into a future of global machine totalitarianism, oohing and aahing over their toys as their dreams play out on the lids of our own serenely closed eyes.”
the union of the two towers—how to build a government out of ai
sujato.me
November 12, 2025 at 8:38 PM
Sarah's out, I'm out.
November 12, 2025 at 5:13 AM
Really, I won't see it but @delight-in-peace.bsky.social might
November 12, 2025 at 1:27 AM
The disconnect between climate reality and climate discourse has never been greater.
November 11, 2025 at 9:57 PM
Ironically, it wouldn’t be a problem if we all read Sanskrit, ’cos it’s written phonetically.
November 11, 2025 at 7:34 PM
November 11, 2025 at 5:00 AM
I wrote an essay on AI “therapy” some time ago. In Reinhart’s essay I see examples of what I talked about there, where people choose to colonize their minds with machine unthought.
into the woods—AI is not therapy
sujato.me
November 9, 2025 at 10:00 PM
The night shone forth as a blessing, as if raised up by safe and loving hands in a gesture of redemption unlooked-for.”
November 9, 2025 at 8:40 PM
The fallen snow drifted thickly on the crumbledown walls of the old Town Hall, piled lazy in middens on the banks of the fishless river, and beyond, folded the razed remnants of the once-proud city of Sydney in a doona of pure white light and softest down. 4/x
November 9, 2025 at 8:40 PM
Pearls veiled the bruises of the city, lovely as a bride before the altar. The ruins of St Johns dusted soft with silver, and it seemed as if it might in truth be a mansion of the gods, or a hallow, perhaps, for the churchyard dead whose snow-laden crosses marked their ancient bones. 3/x
November 9, 2025 at 8:40 PM
Now those flags were all that remained, while the nations lay in ruins and the last humans gazed upwards in awe, silent before her grace. 2/x
November 9, 2025 at 8:40 PM
I’ll be there!
November 9, 2025 at 8:23 PM
Morality fables are read with the exact opposite meaning by people whose moral compass is inverted.
November 8, 2025 at 8:09 PM