The one about Purpose
No one told me that once you cross a threshold in life, you are seemingly left with a lot of time. More often than not, I find myself sitting in a corner looking at the mighty old pine oaks behind my home and wondering what the meaning of all of this is. Unsurprisingly, the trees stand stoically and refuse to even acknowledge the question. As I have gotten older, I have been keen to look to nature for patterns to calm an anxious mind. However absurd it may seem, there is a sense of calm when you look at the towering giants, or when you see the birds go about it on an early morning. I am fascinated by my own thoughts many times. On the outside at times, I would feel serene, yet the thoughts in my head would churn in turmoil. I used to think that this paradoxical narrative was unique to mankind, but then I realized thanks to a discussion with an AI agent that nature is not so different from us in that regard. The AI spoke of dualities, how opposing forces and narratives intertwine to cre...