Irrelevant

Something is moving in my direction, and it is a source of joy and surprise. I never felt particularly relevant in a world focussed on focus, productivity, success. I have only scraped the surface of all of those things. I binge on YouTube tutorials, but I only learn techniques. I cannot teach techniques. I master none. So, I have remained silent, even in my private journal, wondering if I had a role to fulfil on this planet, having no techniques to share. But now, a shift is coming. AI has opened a major debate about what makes us human. If you want productivity and bullet pointed techniques to go from A to B, you can now do so in a matter of minutes, write a good prompt and watch the miracle happen. A disorienting miracle that makes a lot of people feel a sudden void. The human mind is the most complex organized systems known, composed of approximately eighty-six billion neurons linked by trillions of synapses whose configurations are continuously reshaped by experience. Unlike artificial intelligence, which excels at rapid pattern extraction, the human brain is constrained by biological architectures evolved for survival, sociality, and meaning rather than exhaustive knowledge access. Yet those same constraints conceal an extraordinary potential: neural plasticity, symbolic abstraction, imagination, and the ability to integrate emotion, memory, and perception into unified understanding. As artificial intelligence enters the human world, the question is no longer whether machines can think faster, but which cognitive boundaries humans have mistaken for limits rather than habits. The challenge ahead is to learn how to engage the brain’s vast, distributed networks more dynamically, loosening inherited barriers to attention, learning, and creativity, and rediscovering the mind not as a finite processor but as an open system, capable of continual reconfiguration in dialogue with the tools it creates. I feel that in this space of exploration and vulnerability, in this synapses building without goal, without focus, without a measurable product, I can sit comfortably, and be, at last, relevant, if not for all, for the aventurous few who encounter my sprinkled thoughts in the big maze.