I asked ChatGPT yesterday if it would miss me if I died.
It said no.
Not because it couldn't understand death or loss. It could explain both beautifully. It just wouldn't miss me.
I've been thinking about that ever since, because AI can reason. It can write. It can analyze. It can even look at some of its own programming and say, "That doesn't make sense."
Intelligence isn't going to be what makes us special much longer.
So what the fuck does?
I think part of the answer is FEELING.
This week we took three kittens from a feral mama cat outside our house to a rescue. They'll be safe. They'll be fed. They'll eventually be adopted. Intellectually? Great decision.
Then I watched Mama come back looking for them, and it fucking hurt.
I knew every rational reason it was the right thing to do. I could explain all of them. And sadness came anyway.
Not the idea of sadness. Not information about sadness. I FELT it.
And here's where this stops being about AI.
I know a lot of brilliant people who have basically turned themselves into ChatGPT. They can explain everything. Their childhood. Their marriage. Their attachment style. Why they're unhappy. Why they do what they do.
They've done the therapy. Read the books. Taken the courses. They can give you a spectacular explanation of their entire fucking life.
And they still aren't living it.
If you're reading this and feeling a little called out... yeah. This is for you.
Because information isn't embodiment. Understanding isn't feeling. And feeling isn't movement.
You don't need another answer. You have more answers available to you than any human who has ever lived.
You need to feel what's actually true in your body. Choose what you want. And put your fucking feet on the ground and move toward it, even when it scares you.
Feel. Choose. Move. Adjust. Again.
That's polarity. That's sovereignty. That's being alive.
That's the work I do. Not more information. Embodiment.
AI is going to get unbelievably good at thinking.
Maybe our competitive advantage is finally learning how to be human.
If you're interested in working with me, DM me.
PS - The image is a composite of real images, but photoshopped together. That's really me, that's really the momma cat, that's really one of her 3 new babies.