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21 Jun, 2026

I am not sure if you know this game: played back home when I was little. All I had to do was look to the mirror until not recognizing me anymore. The fun of this game was being caught surprised by what was to look human. So I was the form made of a funny jelly, but still solid consistency, with a smooth surface - skin - and holes on each extremity of this thing called the HEAD. There were also holes in the thing called the NOSE, and air went through it otherwise: not really living. I kept going absolutely amazed by this innate capacity and ability to simply exist and look like this: human.

As humans, we can't be surprised or be in a constant amazed condition. We are conditioned, or at least we have practiced, to being distracted by tasks, working and surviving, paying the BILLS, meaning that we can't spend a lot of time thinking on what we are, where we are going, and how. and WHY.

So here and there we have some glimpses of the WOW, like beauty and pleasure and art. All of this gives us back the capacity of being surprised, amazed, and sometimes experiencing things as first time even though we had felt before. Like looking at someone and thinking: oh wow this person is really really amazing.

Anyhow, I would like to share that today I had one of those tiny epiphanies, although it was longer, and I am not sure if you had one in life.

I was walking towards the gym, and when I looked to the sky, I was choked by the view of clouds. For a second I thought it looks artificial because, since training AI, I go to a range of "this is an artifact," so many times a day, I look to things around me making mental rubrics. And you would be surprised on actually how many artifacts and edit errors that appear artificial are real — for example, the clouds. If I kept looking the clouds inside the model I work I would find maybe too artificial, but I wouldn't penalize because it wasn't obvious.

I got nuts looking to the real clouds above me.

I thought: how we get used to live under this vast blue thing made of I don't know what ( the SKY), and this giant ball (the SUN) shining towards us around the fluffy clouds ( the CLOUDS).

This is absolutely crazy.

It's crazy that we get used to so many things like the NATURE and we just take it all for granted, and instead worry more about things that are truly important but well, ephemeral. like the BILLS, the CARS, the PURSE, the MAKEUP>

While I walked into the city, I just had this completely sense of being so small in the planet, still so big for my capacity to feel things so big inside. Like a superpower.

I took some pictures. but most of pictures was just mental. I could see myself walk through the same path a few years ago. A trajectory of time was gone, the transformation of me through these years was simply gone. Time passed and nobody saw including myself.

I cried a little, not for happiness or not for sadness. Only because I am awfully human. My tears were real, and sometimes we can't explain realness, which makes things even more interesting. Tears have this salty taste.

I can't get tired of this, the feeling inside human.

And I am still surprised how humans fear that AI will take over something that can for sure replace our work, our words, part of our brain,,, but will never take what own immaterially - which means the capacity of being "me" at a "now" moment. At the same time I understand if you don't care about being or feeling.

But by the way, I am sharing a translation from part of a text I wrote in Portuguese from many years ago. I was back then trying to explain what was to be human. Although I was not talking to a robot, I was still not an AI trainer, but was trying maybe to convince myself.

Part Three I Once there was a great place occupied by stones, waters, green and colored substances. There are also invisible particles and more of those other visible particles like animals, people and other things. In this place live the visible beings of the human type scattered across streets, beaches, rains, continents and cities. To arrive at this place one must be born, and to leave it, one needs only to die. Births are registered and even celebrated. Each new human in the world receives a code and a name to carry throughout life. The name is definitive, something to be remembered and called. Death, generally, is a thing considered sad because humans do not always like to watch other humans close to them go away. When they go away, by death, they say it is forever. And still they weep. Even with death being sad, some humans take the life of other similar human beings—for this one must "wish for revenge," "be paid," or "have fear." This act is called by a verb: the verb to kill. Between birth and death exists what they call life. Life can be happy or not, poor or full, long or short, monotonous or bursting with other names. The way to give meaning to things and feelings is through what they call language.