There is a subtle pressure in the air now — not loud, not overtly tyrannical, but pervasive. It hums through headlines, through price spikes at the pump, through glowing screens that promise relief while quietly redrawing the boundaries of human agency. We are told this is progress. We are told this is inevitable. Yet beneath the acceleration lies a deeper question — not whether technology advances, but whether we are advancing with it, or dissolving into it. This discourse is not a battle against tools, but an inquiry into sovereignty in an age that rewards surrender.
Category: Lux Colloquii
Ongoing series of discussions with ChatGPT.
The present moment feels less like a sudden rupture and more like a long-building pressure finally finding seams. Beneath the noise of politics, markets, and cultural spectacle, something quieter is unfolding — a slow recognition that participation is not the same as authorship, and comfort is not the same as stability. Many capable people sense that the structures they were told to inhabit no longer nourish them, yet they lack language for the unease. What emerges, then, is not rebellion but re-orientation: a search for ground, for continuity, and for a way of living rooted in responsibility rather than abstraction.
There are moments when an old pattern suddenly reveals itself with such sharp clarity that it feels less like an idea and more like a…
There comes a point when the veil thins just enough for the attentive soul to glimpse the machinery behind the pageantry — the hum of consensus, the choreography of perception, the strange theatre of a world insisting on its own stability even as its foundations tremble beneath us. In that space between what we’re told and what we quietly observe, a deeper truth stirs, asking only that we stay awake long enough to notice what no headline ever will.
We stand at a strange precipice, where the old order frays at its edges and new frameworks are ushered in under the banners of justice, equity, and reconciliation. Yet beneath the surface, what passes for progress often masks deeper manipulations, a rearranging of power that serves the same masters. To look at UNDRIP and its unfolding in British Columbia is to confront that paradox — possibility entwined with peril, renewal haunted by control.