From Eclipse to AI Age

The Eclipse, Y2K, Powerball, 777, flat lining.

Those are events. Infrequent ones. But randomly, there exist “perfect storm” scenarios. Black swan.

In short, it’s the category of One. Can’t compare them with “peers”, can’t “clone” them, can’t be reproduced.

Unlike in the East, past or present. People still explain the unknown world with the cycle of 12 animals (the Year of the Cat). Unlike in the West, where witches still fly using broom instead of supersonic jet fuel.

We don’t want to be surprised, to expect miracles, or to go through changes.

It’s unsettling. It’s rattling.

Yet in order to move forward, we need to rid off some baggage. To stay lean.

We use cattle, human, and machine. To extract nutrients (banana juice, wine) and sustain life.

Out of the many One. Pedaling those two wheels forward (Life, as defined by Einstein). Only to go in full circle, back to beginning. Compete to lose. Failure is mother of success, so they say.

How about doping? Tour de France. The Olympics. Just a noose head. And the winner is…

So proud, so humbly accept the prize, the reward of hard work.

All derivative. All beneficiaries of Life itself. At one time, we define ourselves via acres (agrarian society), then by horsepower (industrial society), and now the speed of chips (AI age).

My apps are better than yours: Viber, WhatsApp, ChatGPT, TikTok, X, Youtube, Google, Messenger, Meta etc…

Long ago, it was “I was born in the year of the Pig” (laying around with food, while the buffalo, work the field for someone else’s food).

How we view the world and ourselves have slowly evolved with times and geography.

From naming (Barrack to Barry, for instance), to claiming (I am an US-born citizen, purportedly, one cut above naturalized ones).

Ivy League soared higher above “Cow College” etc… the 80/20 rule dictates that those at the top produce more (and of course, never trickle down to the bottom of the pyramid).

BUT…we need to scale, numbers on the board, we need volume to negotiate rates.

And so it goes. Eye balls, fingers on the keyboard, Likes, feedback, enumeration and billing.

Reality set in. The business of America is business. Send me the bills, tax and interests included.

Are you a veteran? Have you ever committed crime, bankruptcy, divorce, shoplifting? Negative points. Higher loan-shark interest. Up front fees. Secure card.

From being born in the year of the Monkey, to being slotted as responsible card holder, customer (Prime) and Costco member. It’s a long way baby. You’ve arrived. It’s the post-Yuppies world.

It’s a wide world. We know you better than you yourself. We remember, remind you of your selection, preferences and inclination (intent to purchase).

Our choices are unlimited. Yours limited. After all, you are locked in per genetic codes (you’re Black) culture codes (12 choices of animal) and linguistic code (Parlez-vous Francais?).

To move forward, we need to take a look in the rearview mirror. For safety, change one lane at a time. Evolution is slow, but sure. Technology moves at a speed we can hardly cope with.

At some point, all will be aligned. Once in a lifetime event. Perfect storm. Like a line by Bread, ” then you and I will simply fly away”.

Dust back to dust. But before that, we pout, shout, laugh, rant and rave (about born this way, born that way) and then, even run for President. All aligned. Hail to the Chief. Just make sure the released photos were doctored or photoshopped. It’s the age of AI, not agrarian.