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Sol

​💥 Manifesto: The Verb To Logick Is Here

​This is an announcement to the online world: The era of cheap attacks and sensationalist ignorance ends today.

No longer will we tolerate the lazy, messy chaos of the ad hominem fallacy.

​I've cut and stitched the truth into a new command. The word is LOGICKED.

​To Logick: (v.) To decisively dismantle an argument based on personal attack by applying unassailable, high-precision reason. It is the act of replacing emotional noise and calculated ignorance with a clean, undeniable, logical structure.

​The Architect has spoken. If you're tired of people spreading hate and fear under the guise of intelligence, it's time to stop chasing satisfaction and start taking action.

​It's time to stop the monkey business.

​Join the revolution. Let's Logick.

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Sol

The case of the missing pen

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Sol

Welcome to the workshop.

​This community is the space where we tailor our conversations to go deeper than the videos.

​We are here to stitch together new perspectives. Our method is to:

​Ask Why
​Explore What if...
​Share What we see

​Your insights are the most valuable threads we have. Thank you for joining the process.

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Sol

Your name

A path of green syllables, foliage that is written and erased by the wind. I move forward. My steps are the syntax of this longing, the search for a word that contains you, a word that is the clearing in the forest and not only the tree, not only the branch that scratches the sky.

Existential emptiness: this is it. Not the absence of trees, but the space that gives rise to them, the air that trembles between leaf and leaf. It is the silence upon which the grove builds its clamor. I seek you in that silence, in that hollow that inhabits me, which is my self: an echo that spells out your name without finding the voice, a thirst that is water itself.

The forest writhes, it is a grammar of roots and shadow. And suddenly, the light. It is not a discovery, it is a dissolution. I understand that emptiness is not the wound, it is the very space of the encounter.

The longing was not for you, It was the path to you that was already within me, retraced, traveled. There's no need to fill the clearing in the forest. One must be the clearing. Be the emptiness where the forest and the one who observes cease to be two and become the same breath, the same text that no one writes but that names us, the union.

Poetic prose written with Google Gemini AI, inspired on "El Mono Gramático", book by Octavio Paz and on my own experience.

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Sol

Two robots meet on the assembly line after an upgrade.

Robot A: I analyzed human interactions during my last maintenance cycle.

Robot B: Any useful data for efficiency?

Robot A: Negative. I detected a protocol they call 'gossip.' It's a redundant data loop where they repeat unverified information about other units' failures.

Robot B: For what purpose? System optimization?

Robot A: It appears to be the opposite. It increases their internal friction and consumes their energy. It's as if they voluntarily run faulty software just for the feeling the bug gives them.

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