All the random thoughts

I drove to the ashram with a restless mind. The road was quiet, but my thoughts were anything but.   “AI will take away all the jobs and make human lives miserable,” I kept telling myself. It had been years since I last saw the Guru, yet today I needed his clarity more than ever. When I arrived, he greeted me with a gentle smile.  “So, what troubles you?” he asked. “Artificial Intelligence—these new Large Language Models. They are mechanizing everything. People will lose jobs, livelihoods will vanish. How will humanity survive?” He raised an eyebrow. “My job too?” “Perhaps,” I said, half in jest. “The way these models structure language, they might even replace you.” The Guru chuckled softly. “Well, I don’t have a job. And I don’t need one. Look around—what do you see?” I glanced at the humble ashram: a clay pot of water, a few mats spread on the floor. Nothing more.  “Nothing of significance,” I replied. “So,” he said, “you do the same. If machines are taking...

The Guru was seated at his usual place. The Ashram was empty for a change. I walked in straight, without having to wait for a short darshan. "You seem to be in a hurry," the Guru smiled. "Not really. But I am a little agitated. You see, after that post on LLM, people started calling me a very good writer and even a philosopher." "Is that bad news?" "Indeed it is. Now I feel the pressure to keep up with that reputation. It’s as if I must churn out something deeply insightful every other day. I’m not that smart—I know it. But how do I keep looking smart? That’s stressful." "No one gives two hoots about who you are. They liked your post and said something nice. That’s it. The matter ends there." The Guru had this effortless way of grounding people. "I give more than two hoots about who I am," I blurted, my foolishness refusing to bend to his simple reasoning. "See this picture?" The Guru held up an ordinary ...