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What should tremble, trembled a little...

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Violence

The emptiness, to become, imports into itself a cacophony of ideas, the loudest of which is senseless violence, the surest way to tell the world, that you are when you have never been.

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Anitya contd.

At first, he looked at her with an utter lack of curiosity. It wasn't his fault, it was never his fault, curiosity had forsaken him, purely out of spite, when he stopped needing it. As one would know, our feelings are quite needy of being needed. However, the very moment he could see behind her eyes, he felt what he was not used to. He could tell who he was looking at, but he could not recall who it was, looking at him. Now you would think he was perturbed but he was not. It was not his style. Yet, curiosity was back, right where it used to be. He gave it a warm cushion to sit on, where it sat in that annoying illuminated void inside his head, still hopeful, but he was cruel as ever. He too sat there quietly, and it had to leave again, disappointed but not surprised. 

Mirasan chuckled: 'So, this is the bodhi tree?' It wasn't really a question but he answered anyway. 'No, I don't believe so. I would have known if it could bestow any wisdom'. 

'Sit down, and see for your self.' His expression was always deadpan, though he never meant it. She laughed, 'I didn't think you would still have a sense of humor'.

'Ah! my dear, life is much too important a thing ever to talk seriously about it.', he said with the tiniest of twinkles in his eyes. 'Don't you miss being him?', she asked him teasingly. 'If I could, I would miss them all but I am here, and cannot be anywhere and anymore'. He hesitated just for the briefest time, 'but in that time, at that place, I was so obsessed with telling the world, all the truths of this world that I believed I knew, and that I was quite fond of myself.' The twinkle was there again.

'So, you don't have them anymore, those truths?', she asked. 'No, just this one lie'.

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I will take you there.

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... but hardly any time

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things must never cease to have magic but they do

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Anitya

While he sat there under the peepal, with every breath that was ever taken caressing his skin. His ears fondly hearing every laughter, every cry and every sigh that was ever uttered. His eyes, gazing into the universe laying bare all around him with all of its energies heaving slowly all of its fragments in those silent little circles. He knew nothing for there was only nothing to know. He smiled, a bit inwardly, as he would, and in that moment of moments in his heart of hearts, he felt content. It was right then when it came. It didn’t thunder, the earth didn’t shake, he himself didn’t tremble but he should have, at least.

To his surprise, it distressed him greatly, for he now knew that he is who lives and all shall forever live and die till they become him, for he has been all of them yet they all were not him, not yet and never will. Like blots bright and dim, they were endlessly splattered over crisscrossing threads across time and memory. He resisted yet still wondered for whom the canvas was for, but he also knew it was not for him to know and this unshakeable sense of incorruptible ignorance returned him to peace. The only burden to be carried now was the lie he must tell them all.

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it didn’t agree with Buddha on everything...

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they had to sacrifice the duality in them

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still looking for himself

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All paths lead nowhere

It should seem wise to forsake your truths before they become integral for you. Nothing makes a man more wicked than an absolute truth.

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I have always been at odds with my gods but my gratitude for you shall stay with me.

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Nearly passed them by.

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Must it flow in one direction?

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Irony comes particularly in black.

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Does it know?

It doesn’t. So far, all that is sold in the name of AI has very little to with intelligence and mostly to do with non-linear approximations over increasingly humongous data spaces. It doesn’t know, it never does. It is always the sum of all fundamentals without any attempt to understand even one of them.

So here is an idea, let it understand just one. What if it can tell from two images containing one 2D shape each, just the fact, if they are the same or different. Just that. Regardless of the rotation, translation and/or scale.

Seems simple enough, can be done through procedural shapes with a minimally sized network that is made to learn just these transformations and nothing else. Afterwards, it should be able to tell at least as well as we can, for any unseen shape. 

Or maybe it can be broken down further... and then brought up together where it not only determines if it is the same shape but also explain why is it so.

But how would we know? Do we apply these transformations to see if two such shapes would be similar or do we know the answer before applying them, which only come afterwards for a rational description?