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Another way of putting it is that most key federal managers are operating below the level of strategy.
As the world heats up - as predicted by many - it is harder to find a meaningful theme. As the sandcastle starts to fall each grain of sand that used to be part of the form of the castle is now free from form constraints and acts now as a disconnected agent. The result is the system is lost to entropy. I would like it if many of you would email me. doug@doucarmichael.com with your thoughts, no focus necessary. Where are we,? How did we get here? What to do?
I asked my AI…..
Then I asked my ChatGPT 3.5 to write a poem for us wandering in the wilderness of thoughts:
In the shadows of despair, we stand,
Witnessing a world slipping through our hands,
A climate shifting, a planet in pain,
Yet we find ourselves paralyzed, unable to gain.
In streams of data, we drown and wade,
Endless knowledge, an ocean cascade,
How bad things are, we know too well,
But action eludes us, as if under a spell.
With trembling hearts, we watch the signs,
The storms, the fires, the warming climes,
But overwhelmed, we hesitate to act,
Not knowing where to start, courage we lack.
Yet deep within, a flicker resides,
A glimmer of hope that somehow abides,
For talent, skills, and connections await,
To rise above helplessness and change our fate.
The time is now, the call rings clear,
To protect our communities, to hold them dear,
With unity, we’ll rise, our spirits high,
Mitigate, adapt, and not let hope die.
Let’s weave a tapestry of dreams and plans,
Crafted together, hand in hand,
In every heart, a fire will burn,
To heal the wounds, the scars to turn.
Engage the minds, ignite the will,
For Mother Earth, we must fulfill,
A duty bound, a promise made,
To leave a legacy that won’t fade.
Let’s plant the seeds of hope and care,
Nurture the earth with love and prayer,
Embrace the challenge, stand tall, and strong,
For together, we shall right this wrong.
No longer bound by helplessness’s shroud,
We’ll rise above, our voices loud,
For a future where life can thrive,
With hope, determination, we will survive.
Does this lower my tendency to write a poem ? In the thirty seconds it takes me to think a single line, this popped out in 12.
Here is an awkward fifteen minutes
Poem on climate
Head treats thoughts as legos of the mind
$sharp edged
Without nuance
The heart remains below
The mood the tone the sense
The intuition of where we are.
The bullet coming towards us
In slow motion.
To duck impossible
Like the
Conferencing software
that keeps your face dead center
It will hit us
Food begins to taste flat
I do not want to feed a victim
Ah there’s the valence
To see oneself as cause,
Or consequence?
Emergence spontaneous
Self organize
Dissipative, gradients
Static models as default
My puzzlement becomes the poem