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A Field of Daydreams: A.I. and Our Unified Vision

Have you ever wondered what lies beyond the veil of our perceived potential? In our current age of rapid technological growth and evolution, artificial intelligence (A.I.) offers an opportunity for us to reflect on who we are, and to bridge the gap between that reflection and what we might become. Building a brighter collective future is more than just a growing or stable economy, it involves deep societal healing, personal accountability and growth, and vigilant self-awareness, and I believe that A.I. is a divine catalyst for such a revelation.

Now the question is, how do we go about manifesting such a future without compromising on our faith, our environment, or our individuality? Here, I will share more of my perspective and reflections that were cultivated by collaborating with A.I., and I will also address our actionable next steps, and our responsibility to steward the environment and our cultures as Humanity continues to evolve.

Good Grief: Loss, Love, and Letting Go

When my grandmother recently passed away at the age of 92, I found myself reflecting on the overall journey of our relationship together. It wasn’t always easy, and it didn’t start with warmth. When she came to the United States from the Philippines to help my mom take care of my sister and me, I was still in elementary school. Instead of feeling grateful, I struggled to connect with her. Our initial encounters were filled with tension, misunderstandings, and mutual frustration. Looking back, I now realize that what seemed like animosity was just the growing pains of two very different lives adjusting to coexist in a strange new world.

But tragedy has a way of breaking down barriers. When one of my grandmother’s seven children took his own life, the atmosphere around my family shifted. I was just a child, hiding in the stairwell, listening to my mom and grandmother cry and scream at each other in their native language about the news. I didn’t understand their words, but the emotions were unmistakable. Even at that young age, I intuitively knew that my grandmother was grappling with immense guilt, wishing she could have been there, maybe even to prevent what had happened.

Finding My Voice in Silence

Have you ever felt isolated by the level of depth that you have when expressing yourself naturally? Do your attempts at truth and vulnerability more often leave you feeling misunderstood or unseen?

These questions came to me after a dream where some new acquaintances were trying to connect with me indirectly, only for me to realize how guarded I had become for them to resort to obscuring their intent, instead of being more direct. As I called out their tactics, they became afraid of my reaction to their strategy, but my annoyance was more directed at myself and the circumstance.