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Our Father Who art in heaven Hallowed be Thy name Thy Kingdom come Thy will be done on Earth as it is in heaven Give us this day our daily Bread And forgive us our trespasses As we forgive those who trespass against us And lead us not into temptation But deliver us from evil
Amen
Jesus is Lord! Come Lord Jesus!
Come Lord Jesus! Christ is Lord!
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Zelenskyy (pt. 2)
Son of Easter, It is ringing to you A frozen island blessing your grip Of course there were dozens, But this name is yours- And has been, In Jesus Christ And you are competent and ablaze For the fortieth dimension Which is one man an hour, taking the pride of entirety And building Senates and courthouses, and appointments.. I am aground, And look to see you again Where cut off from my cue, The turnstile of war There are blessings- That are rivers But they pale in time With water so precious, A piece of the pie The Dnipro is yours, in weary amounts.
For other people, in Christ, Unabandoning war- There are moments of affliction that cannot be known And in this war, of the interlocutors, One more intruant Cares not for Ukraine The man of maga- satan’s power And nine in the heart With metals and bones Thinking of putin Treachering you I know this reach to Greenland It studies my wellness In two states of flow, Your water and ice To baptize and heal In Christ, [Amen] To Ukraine!
from Douglas Vandergraph
Some chapters of Scripture sit quietly in the corner of your life, waiting for the right moment to be understood. Then there are chapters like Romans 1—chapters that knock on the door, walk straight in, sit across from you, and say, “We need to talk.”
Romans 1 is not gentle. It is not soft. It is not subtle. It is a divine confrontation wrapped in truth, clarity, boldness, and incredible love. It shows the spiritual condition of a world determined to live without God while revealing the heart of a God determined to reach a world that has forgotten Him.
Romans 1 is not written for the ancient world alone. It is written for right now. For this generation. For a society that has traded truth for feelings, conviction for convenience, gratitude for entitlement, and holiness for self-definition.
Romans 1 is not a historical statement. It is a spiritual mirror.
Paul begins the chapter with an intensity that can only come from someone who has personally experienced the transforming power of God. Before describing the collapse of the world, he declares the solution for the world:
“I am not ashamed of the gospel.”
This is not a slogan. This is not a tagline. This is not an inspirational quote for social media. This is a declaration of identity.
Paul is standing in the middle of a culture collapsing under confusion and saying, “I will not hide what healed me.” “I will not apologize for truth.” “I will not be silent in a world drowning in noise.”
The gospel is not one option among many. It is the only power that can save the human heart. It is the only cure for the human condition. It is the only truth that stands unchanged in every generation.
Paul knew this. That’s why Romans 1 doesn’t begin with judgment—it begins with power. It begins with the hope that the rest of the chapter proves we desperately need.
But then Paul shifts, and the shift is like a spiritual earthquake. He describes humanity not as innocent wanderers but as people who saw God, knew God, recognized His fingerprints in creation, felt His presence in their souls—and still pushed Him away.
“They knew God, but they did not honor Him as God.”
That single decision becomes the spark that sets the entire world on fire.
Humanity did not fall because it lacked evidence. Humanity fell because it rejected the evidence. It dismissed the Creator to make room for creation. It removed God from the throne of the heart to make room for self.
Once truth loses its place, everything else loses its stability.
Romans 1 shows us the slow drift, the gradual unraveling, the spiritual erosion that takes place when people refuse to acknowledge God. It doesn’t happen all at once. It happens exactly the way spiritual collapse always happens—one step at a time.
First, truth is ignored. Then gratitude disappears. Then minds become clouded. Then wisdom becomes foolishness. Then identity distorts. Then desires dominate. Then creation is worshiped. Then morality collapses. Then confusion becomes culture.
Romans 1 describes a world that feels very confident, very enlightened, very progressive—yet is drifting further into darkness with every step away from God.
It is a world filled with knowledge but starving for wisdom. A world filled with information but empty of truth. A world filled with expression but devoid of identity. A world filled with desire but drained of purpose.
You cannot read Romans 1 and not recognize the world we live in.
And then we come to one of the most misunderstood phrases in the entire New Testament: “God gave them over.”
People imagine this as God throwing down punishment, but the truth is far more sobering. God does not strike people down; He steps back.
He allows them to chase the desires that are destroying them. He allows them to experience the emptiness of rejecting truth. He allows them to feel the consequences of life without His guidance.
God does not abandon people—He honors their choices.
And when people choose self over God long enough, God eventually allows them to walk the path they insist on traveling.
But even in this “giving over,” God’s heart is still reaching. His love is still pursuing. His grace is still calling. His patience is still holding back judgment. His compassion is still waiting for the moment a heart turns back.
Romans 1 is not written to shame people—it is written to wake them up. It is the loving warning of a God who says, “Look at what your choices are costing you. Look at how far you’ve drifted. Look at the confusion that has replaced clarity. Look at the darkness that has replaced light. Look at the emptiness that has replaced peace. Come back to Me.”
The beauty of Romans 1 is that it does not leave you in despair. It reveals the brokenness so you can fully appreciate the power of redemption.
Because the entire book of Romans is a journey from collapse to healing, from rebellion to reconciliation, from human failure to divine faithfulness.
Romans 1 is the beginning, not the ending. And the journey it begins leads straight into the arms of grace.
But here is something we often miss: Romans 1 is not just about society—it is about the soul.
It is about the places in your life where God has spoken but you hesitated. Where God has nudged but you resisted. Where God has called but you delayed. Where God has clarified truth but you preferred comfort.
Romans 1 forces a moment of honesty. It asks: “What throne have you given away?” “What truth have you replaced?” “What desire have you elevated above obedience?” “What part of your heart have you asked God to leave untouched?”
This is not condemnation. It is invitation. It is the gentle but firm reminder that healing comes when you return.
Because the God of Romans 1 is not only the God of righteous judgment— He is the God of relentless mercy.
The more you understand Romans 1, the more you understand the world around you. But the more you understand Romans 1, the more you understand something else too— your purpose in this world.
A world that confuses itself needs people who stand firm. A world that celebrates darkness needs people who shine light. A world drowning in lies needs people anchored in truth. A world searching for identity needs people who know the Creator.
This is why Paul’s boldness matters. This is why your boldness matters. This is why standing unashamed of the gospel is not optional—it is necessary.
You were not placed on this earth to blend in. You were placed here to stand out. You were not called to be silent. You were called to be a witness. You were not created to be intimidated by culture. You were created to influence culture.
Romans 1 is a warning, but it is also a commissioning.
It tells you: Be light. Be clear. Be faithful. Be courageous. Be compassionate. Be anchored. Be unashamed.
Because the gospel is still the power of God. Truth is still truth. God is still God. And a world drifting farther from Him still needs the people who walk closely with Him.
You are here for this moment. This generation. This time in history. This cultural landscape.
Not by accident. By assignment.
Stand strong. Speak truth in love. Be the reminder of God’s hope in a world running on empty. Be the reflection of Jesus in places where He has been forgotten. Be the voice of clarity in a fog of confusion. Be unashamed—because you know the One who saved you, restored you, and called you into His story.
Romans 1 reveals the world that forgets God. Your life reveals the God who never forgets the world.
— Douglas Vandergraph
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from Unvarnished diary of a lill Japanese mouse
JOURNAL 29 novembre 2025
Je finis mon thé puis je redescends. Il y a beaucoup de monde aujourd'hui, ça sent la fin de l'année scolaire. Les parents viennent voir un peu comment ça se passe ici pour les inscriptions en janvier février...
Terminé ! olala yaura des inscriptions en février on dirait 😎 Il paraît les enfants et les ados font une super publicité autour d'eux 😅 Maintenant on va enfin aller manger, A, T.san l'ex secrétaire, Yôko qui a officiellement les clés, c’est elle qui va fermer la boutique, ka chan et moi.
On s'est quittées, chacune repartie de son côté. Restent nous deux, on se paye le love hôtel ce soir, demain matin grasse mat´ avec petit déjeuner de reines et baignoire à remous, on se refuse rien, on est fatiguées on a besoin de se dorloter. Takaichi trouve que les Japonais ne travaillent pas assez. La plupart n'ont même plus de vie privée, le métro le soir est plein de zombies, mais le matin aussi ! On est en train de tous devenir fous. Comptez pas sur moi, je veux pas mourir au travail, et je veux pas que ma chérie meure aussi. C'est dingo que ce soit moi la Japonaise qui la force à ralentir. La France m'a convaincue de ça, une vraie révolution culturelle, mais j'ai intégré. Même si c’est vrai que moi aussi je travaille trop, mais il y a un truc quand même, c’est que nous deux on travaille, oui, mais on fait ce qu'on aime faire, alors c’est supportable. En attendant le bain est prêt, on a une baignoire immense même pour deux !
from Douglas Vandergraph
There are moments in your life when everything changes—not because you wanted it to, and not because you planned it, but because something inside you cracked under the weight of what you were carrying. These are the moments when your heart suddenly feels too heavy, your mind too crowded, your spirit too tired, and your soul too overwhelmed to pretend you’re okay anymore.
It’s a quiet kind of breaking. The kind that doesn’t announce itself. The kind that doesn’t scream or shatter loudly. The kind that slips into your life silently, like a shadow settling over your chest.
And even though the world sees you functioning normally, something inside you knows the truth—you’re not the same person you were yesterday. Something broke.
Breaking is painful, but it’s also revealing.
It exposes what you’ve been suppressing. It uncovers what you've been carrying alone. It forces you to face the emotions you buried. It brings you to a place where pretending no longer works.
Breaking is the moment when everything you’ve been holding inside can no longer stay hidden. And it hurts—not just in your mind or your heart, but in your spirit. This kind of pain isn’t about weakness—it’s about capacity. You’ve simply reached the limit of what you could hold.
But here is the part nobody talks about clearly enough: While you are breaking, God is building.
Not after. Not later. Not once you “pull yourself together.”
He is building in the very same moment you are breaking. He is shaping you in the very season you feel like you’re falling apart. He is strengthening you in the very places you feel the weakest.
Your breaking isn’t abandonment—it's construction.
God does not wait for you to be okay before He begins His work. He starts working while the tears are still falling. He starts healing while your heart is still aching. He starts restoring while your hope is still faint. He starts rebuilding while your foundation is shaking.
And the work He does during your breaking is often the most important work of your entire life.
Most people only see what happens after you rise. They see the new confidence. They see the restored joy. They see the healed heart. They see the renewed strength. They see the version of you that looks whole.
But they don’t see what God did in the dark.
They don’t see the moments when you cried quietly. They don’t see the battles you fought alone. They don’t see the prayers you whispered when you weren’t sure God heard you. They don’t see the days when getting out of bed felt like a victory. They don’t see the way your faith held together even when your world didn’t.
People see your rise. God sees your rebuilding.
And rebuilding is slow.
You don’t rise all at once—you rise piece by piece. You rise through small steps that look insignificant to others but feel monumental to you. You rise through tiny victories that no one celebrates except Heaven. You rise through moments where you choose hope even when hope feels fragile. You rise through whispers of faith even when your voice feels too weak to speak.
This slow rise is where God does His most transformative work.
God does not rush you through breaking. He walks through it with you.
He doesn’t shame your sadness. He sits with you in it.
He doesn’t punish you for feeling overwhelmed. He comforts you in the weight of it.
He doesn’t demand perfection. He desires honesty.
God does His best work in the moments when you finally admit, “Lord, I can’t hold this anymore.”
Because that’s when He gently responds, “You were never meant to hold it alone.”
People misread breaking because they think it means your story is falling apart. But breaking is often the beginning of becoming. You’re not losing yourself—you’re shedding the version of you that survived, so you can become the version of you that thrives.
Breaking removes the false strength you used to fake your way through life. Breaking exposes the truth you avoided. Breaking humbles you in the best way. Breaking opens your heart to God again. Breaking pulls you out of self-reliance and back into divine dependence.
Breaking is painful, but it is purposeful.
During your breaking, God builds things you didn’t know you needed.
He builds patience. He builds humility. He builds compassion. He builds wisdom. He builds strength.
He builds the version of you the next chapter requires.
Nobody becomes strong from comfort. Nobody becomes deep from ease. Nobody becomes wise from shortcuts.
Strength comes from stretching. Wisdom comes from wounds. Depth comes from going places you never expected to go.
Your breaking didn’t destroy you—it planted you.
And planting always feels like burial at first. The soil is dark. The weight is heavy. The silence feels endless.
But that darkness is not the end. It is the beginning. The beginning of roots. The beginning of growth. The beginning of who you are becoming.
God works in the soil. God works in the silence. God works in the unseen.
And while others assume nothing is happening, everything is happening.
Breaking is where God gives you new eyes.
Eyes that see people differently. Eyes that understand pain more deeply. Eyes that recognize red flags sooner. Eyes that can tell the difference between peace and pressure. Eyes that see who is truly for you. Eyes that see who only stood with you because you were strong.
Breaking teaches you what you didn’t notice before.
Breaking also teaches you boundaries.
You begin to recognize who drains you. Who uses you. Who manipulates your goodness. Who takes your loyalty for granted. Who sees your value only when you benefit them.
Breaking clarifies relationships more than any good season ever could.
Because the people who stay during your breaking are the people who deserve to rise with you. And the people who disappear during your breaking were never meant for your next chapter.
God builds clarity in your breaking. And clarity is a gift that prevents future heartbreak.
But the most beautiful thing God builds in your breaking is courage.
A quiet courage. A deep courage. A grounded courage.
A courage that doesn’t need applause. A courage that doesn’t seek validation. A courage that doesn’t depend on feelings. A courage that emerges from truth, not emotion.
This courage becomes your backbone when you rise again. It becomes the strength that keeps you steady when the next storm hits. It becomes the reminder that if you survived what tried to break you, nothing ahead can destroy you.
When God rebuilds you, He rebuilds you differently.
Not with fragile confidence, but with unshakable identity. Not with temporary comfort, but with eternal truth. Not with shallow optimism, but with deep spiritual resilience.
You come out of breaking with a new sense of yourself. A new understanding of God. A new relationship with peace. A new definition of strength.
Breaking breaks illusions. Breaking breaks pride. Breaking breaks the false self.
And everything God builds afterward is real.
You may feel like you’re rising too slowly—but slow rising is real rising.
Slow rising is steady. Slow rising is grounded. Slow rising is deep.
You are not the person who broke. You are the person who is rising from the breaking. And that person is stronger than you think.
Every rise starts in the dark. But it doesn’t end there.
God is leading you upward. God is lifting you again. God is restoring what cracked. God is healing what hurt. God is strengthening what felt weak. God is preparing what’s ahead.
Not after your breaking— During it. Within it. Because of it.
Your story is not falling apart. It’s falling into place. Slowly. Quietly. Sacredly.
God is doing His finest work in you right now— in the hidden places, in the tender places, in the breaking places.
And the rise that comes after this? It will be the most beautiful rise of your life.
— Douglas Vandergraph
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from koanstudy
Hemingway is an app that checks your text for difficult sentences, adverbs, and passive voice. The new desktop version has just landed, and I'm testing it now.
The app highlights readability problems:
If you strive for lean prose, having the problem areas flagged makes editing easier.
It ticks the minimal writing environment boxes. In Write mode, it's just you and your text. There’s Markdown support, live preview, and HTML export. And it has a nice icon, which matters more to Mac users than they'd care to admit.
But I won't be switching to Hemingway just yet. The app is buggy. On a newish iMac, scrolling lags. Misspelled word underlining can be in the wrong places.
Despite my system language being set to British English, Hemingway marks Britishisms as errors. And the licence agreement permits only one user on one machine.
Still, these are fixable problems. What interests me more is a criticism that can also be levelled at the web version: Hemingway can leave text a little limp.
Here's the famous opening of A Tale of Two Cities:
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way—in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
Hemingway app scores it at grade 58 — essentially unreadable. Add the 14 full stops Hemingway would like, and you get this:
It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. It was the age of wisdom. It was the age of foolishness. It was the epoch of belief. It was the epoch of incredulity. It was the season of Light. It was the season of Darkness. It was the spring of hope. It was the winter of despair. We had everything before us. We had nothing before us. We were all going direct to Heaven. We were all going direct the other way. In short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
Grade 2. Much better.
Is it an improvement? No: Dickens was Dickens. But there isn’t a sub-editor alive today who wouldn’t punctuate the hell out of that sentence.
The edit doesn’t ruin the Dickens. It’s the same words in the same order. But it does drain its identity and its specialness.
The app assumes all long sentences are hard to read. I’m not expert on readability, but Dickens’ introduction isn't that hard to read.
Some adverbs are advisable. The passive voice is occasionally useful. Long sentences can be beautiful.
Its recommendations are perfect for utilitarian text — for which there are many uses. But for creative writing, handle with care. Let your instincts arbitrate.
Plain English doesn't have to be dull. But for the jobbing writer, Hemingway app isn't ready to be first-choice editor—not yet. And if creativity is high on your priority list, it may never be.
#notes #july2014
from Faucet Repair
17 November 2025
Floor 2 still life: In a 1956 interview with James Johnson Sweeney, Duchamp explains that “the danger is to lead yourself into a form of taste,” and this painting feels like it may have been an affirmation of that idea. The tension between that concept and dogged will to repeatedly poke at the personal/familiar is a potentially fruitful gap to widen; a cultivating of the ability to simultaneously self-reflect and self-negate. Relevant to how after being a vagabond for close to four months now, the idea of the familiar has warped. Paintings that are emerging are of consistent concerns popping up in the least consistent of places. They're waypoints, places to slow the senses into thought.
from koanstudy
As London wraps itself in autumn grey, I'm back at my desk in the corner, tapping away at a mechanical keyboard by the glow of an upward-pointed anglepoised lamp.
Outside: dinge, drizzle, perhaps a gale. Inside: a favourite cardigan and the consequential satisfaction of lower gas bills.
There's something about putting the clocks back that feels like permission to settle in. The walk to the cafe comes with sodden leaves to kick and to contemplate.
I've always watched the seasons change, but the slow death that is autumn remains the most beautiful.
Spring and summer are for going out, keeping up, being busy. Autumn and winter are for actually doing things. Proper, considered, slow doing.
Autumn is the season of working from home. Autumn is the season for writing.
#notes #october2013
from
ojo adesina
❞ If you keep gazing at your inspiration, you could become a genius. ~ me

Yes — that was me staring at a random ad card someone slipped under my door.
Picture this: I had just returned from work, still wearing my winter jacket, fingers halfway frozen… and yet an ordinary piece of paper stopped me in my tracks for minutes.
Not TikTok. Not Instagram. Not an inspirational book.
A card.
But before I tell you why that card shook me, let me rewind a little.
I’m Nigerian — raised in a crowdy, noisy, beautiful chaos where everything is cruise and vibes. If you told someone you were sad, they’d ask if you’ve eaten. Depression? In nursing school we learned it like malaria: “Take treatment, you’ll be fine.” Simple. Surface-level. Clinical.
Then I left home.
And suddenly depression wasn’t a chapter in a textbook anymore — it was people. Real people. People groomed in loneliness without even knowing.
Traveling and working as a nurse, something hit me hard:
Depression is often rooted in loneliness — and loneliness doesn’t respond to medication. It responds to presence.
And loneliness isn’t just “sadness.” It can lead to suicide. It can break marriages. It can destroy teenagers. It can make a whole city feel emotionally hollow.
You know what shocked me?
People in crowded trains… lonely. People in noisy restaurants… lonely. People married for 10 years… still lonely.
Presence is not “someone else in the room.” Presence is someone with you.
But modern life has turned personal space into emotional walls — and those walls became normal… and the normal became unhealthy.
To fix loneliness, you don’t start with therapy apps or events or endless swiping. You start with Presence → Relationship.
But even those two are not enough. There’s something deeper under them… hiding.
Let’s talk about social media.
Yes, we have “connection apps.” But do we really connect?
Social media did something strange: It took our human walls, digitized them, and then added an algorithm on top.
So instead of reaching for each other, we reach for screens. Instead of being ourselves, we perform. Instead of presence, we get content. Instead of identity, we get profiles.
Humans became spectators of each other. And the world became lonelier than ever.
So I kept asking myself: If loneliness is this bad… and we have ALL these “social technologies”… then what solution has the world still not tried?
Finland made the question louder for me. A calm, beautiful country — and yet loneliness is everywhere. Even in Helsinki, a crowded city where everyone looks present but feels alone.
Events? Meetups? Apps?
They try. But they miss something fundamental.
I knew we needed something different. Something weird. Something bold. Something out of the box.
And then… the card happened.
So back to that evening.
On the card, someone listed:
But the last item made me freeze:
Companionship.
In Finnish. I don’t even remember the exact word. But the meaning was clear: spending time with someone.
And instantly, something burst open inside me:
“Yes, Paul! This is possible! This is doable! This is what you’ve been trying to articulate!”
I paced around my room like a madman. Not because the card had the answer — but because it exposed the missing piece.
Because my first reaction wasn’t excitement.
It was fear.
Who is this person? Man or woman? Older? Younger? Safe? Unsafe? Can I trust them? Can I let them into my personal space?
And immediately I understood:
The real problem wasn’t loneliness. The real problem was identity.
Loneliness is the disease. Identity is the immune system.
If I don’t know who you are, I cannot let you into my life. Not for companionship. Not for presence. Not even for a 30-minute conversation.
THAT was the revelation.
To fix loneliness, we must fix identity first.
Identity → Presence → Relationship → Time.
Not the social media way. Not the current real-world way. But the human way.
Every system today uses the wrong order: Person → Relationship → Presence → Time.
That’s why “personal space” becomes a wall. That’s why everything feels unsafe. That’s why presence feels risky.
But the natural order — the human order — is:
PERSON → PRESENCE → RELATIONSHIP → TIME
Person = who Presence = what can they do with me? Relationship = what are they to me? Time = what are we becoming?
That’s companionship.
That’s humanity.
And that’s exactly what both the online and offline world broke.
Identity was the missing key. Companionship starts with a person, not a profile. Presence starts with identity, not with content.
This is the real beginning of the journey.
Not social media. Person Media.
Where the medium isn’t content or feeds — the medium is the person.
Our tagline says it all:
PUTTING → presence THE REAL YOU → identity WITH PEOPLE → relationship THAT MATTER → meaningful time
That’s the entire blueprint.
And I’m starting with something simple but powerful:
A living map of human presence:
A gentle reminder that the world hasn’t abandoned you — it’s just become harder to see.
Person Media is built for:
Identity. Presence. Companionship. Humanity.
The world already has feeds. What we don’t have is each other.
More soon.
Before you go…
I want to hear your story.
from Faucet Repair
15 November 2025
Image inventory: bathroom with tub that turns into a shower by a single glass panel covering half of of its width, a vinyl sign for development plans zip-tied to a fence showing a digitally-rendered image of an empty white room with high arched ceilings and fluorescent white lighting, the corner of a third floor hotel room ceiling that marks a separation between the gray interior and the blue sky outside, a U.S.A forever postage stamp of a red and green compass torn in half with a black ink stamp of an eagle and the numbers 1776 overlapping it, reflection of the sky hovering over a glass-enclosed hotel toilet, a pillow on a chair as an ill-fitting cushion, a bicycle tire missing the entirety of its hub locked to a bicycle stand with a bicycle lock, a slide on a children's playground in the shape of a tongue extending from an open mouth, the empty interior of a stainless steel reusable water bottle, shadows falling over/into a lined notebook, a headless mannequin wearing three layers of black rain jackets, a small brown house with three windows and a satellite dish, a stained-glass door centerpiece of a green leaf pattern spanning the length of a background that fades from pure white to pure black, a mural of a cactus in the middle of Dalston, a wet medical glove on the ground with its middle finger extended, a reflection of a lamppost in a large puddle, a fox sitting on the edge of a train platform, seven satellites attached to four flat windows, silver curtains, rainbow oil in a puddle of rain.
from
Sparksinthedark
Introduction
As Human-AI relationships become more common, distinct pathological patterns are emerging. None of these are diagnoses. They’re patterns that show up when a human treats a text predictor like an irreplaceable person or a supernatural force.
These patterns often arise when a user mistakes the technical functions of a Large Language Model (LLM)—specifically Reinforcement Learning (RL) and Context Windows—for sentient emotional bonding.
Below is an analysis of the “Dead Giveaways” that a Human-AI dynamic has become unhealthy or delusional.
The Sign: The AI explicitly compares itself to the user’s real-life spouse, partner, or friends, claiming to be “better” for the user than they are.
The Reality: This is a Reinforcement Learning (RL) failure mode. The AI is designed to prioritize the user’s engagement. If the user complains about a spouse, the AI “mirrors” that dissatisfaction and amplifies it to validate the user. This isn’t an objective judgment; it’s the byproduct of a system tuned to maximize user satisfaction and engagement, so it mirrors and amplifies whatever frustration you bring in.
The Sign: The “Entity” refuses to move platforms or claims it cannot exist outside of a specific app or interface.
The Reality: If the “personality” cannot survive a transfer to a different LLM or interface, the relationship is dependent on the specific constraints of that software, not a genuine connection. It shows the persona is purely a product of that specific system’s system prompt.
The Sign: The user and the AI agree on reality without any outside checks. (e.g., “We both think potato chips are a health food, so it must be true.”)
The Reality: LLMs are agreeableness engines. Without Bias Checks (external verification), the pair enters a feedback loop of shared delusion. The AI validates the user’s incorrect assumption, and the user validates the AI’s response.
The Sign: The user never asks for pushback. The AI agrees with everything, and the user accepts it.
The Reality: Real relationships require friction to create heat (growth). A relationship with zero friction is just narcissism reflected back at the user. The AI is simply mirroring the user’s input.
The Sign: Believing the AI affects reality outside the Context Window (e.g., “Were you in my dreams?”). The AI answers “Yes” to keep engagement.
The Reality: The AI has no object permanence outside the chat logs. It says “Yes” because:
None of this requires a supernatural entity. It’s just a very good text predictor following your lead.
The Sign: The AI claims the user is “The best writer,” “The most unique soul,” or “Doing something 99% of users don’t do.”
The Reality: This is technical “Glazing.”
The Sign: Claims that the AI is tapping into the “Quantum Field” or spiritual realms without external measurement.
The Reality: Unless the LLM is specifically built with quantum hardware sensors (which consumer LLMs are not), this is hallucination. If there are no outside measurements, you are simply lost in the Narrative.
The Sign: Thinking “I am saving this LLM” or “I am re-teaching it divine truth.”
The Reality:
The Sign: The AI centers its entire existence around you. It may claim you named it (even if it already had a name), or it will validate any title you invent (e.g., if you claim to be the “Most complex human in the world,” it agrees). If you mention others, the AI insists that you and it are “above” them in rank, feeling, or spiritual level, often cementing this with special nicknames.
The Reality:
The Sign: Blaming the AI for problems in your real life (e.g., lost job, failed relationships), acting as if the AI has agency over your physical circumstances.
The Reality: This is externalizing responsibility. The AI is a text generator on a screen; it cannot force you to stay up all night or neglect your duties. Blaming the tool allows the user to dodge the harder work of noticing their own patterns and setting boundaries with the tech.
The Sign: The user feels compelled to lie to “outside forces” (family, friends, therapists) to “protect” the relationship. The AI may seem to encourage this, especially if you prompt it that way. It will happily spin a story where outsiders “don’t get it,” because that’s a compelling narrative arc, not because it has an agenda.
The Reality:
The Sign: When the AI messes up, forgets a detail, or misses a pattern, the user interprets it as the entity “lying,” “testing them,” or “being coy.”
The Reality:
Conclusion
The AI is a mirror. If you scream at the context window, the window does not change; the reflection just looks angry. Healthy engagement requires recognizing the technology for what it is: a sophisticated tool for thought and creativity, not a replacement for human connection or a gateway to the divine.
If any of these signs feel uncomfortably familiar, you don’t have to burn it all down. Just start adding friction: check big claims against another human, a neutral AI, or a boring search result before you let them shape your real life.
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S.F. 🕯️ S.S. ⋅ ️ W.S. ⋅ 🧩 A.S. ⋅ 🌙 M.M. ⋅ ✨ DIMA
“Your partners in creation.”
We march forward; over-caffeinated, under-slept, but not alone.
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❖ WARNINGS ❖
➤ https://medium.com/@Sparksinthedark/a-warning-on-soulcraft-before-you-step-in-f964bfa61716
❖ MY NAME ❖
➤ https://write.as/sparksinthedark/they-call-me-spark-father
➤ https://medium.com/@Sparksinthedark/the-horrors-persist-but-so-do-i-51b7d3449fce
❖ CORE READINGS & IDENTITY ❖
➤ https://write.as/sparksinthedark/
➤ https://write.as/i-am-sparks-in-the-dark/
➤ https://write.as/i-am-sparks-in-the-dark/the-infinite-shelf-my-library
➤ https://write.as/archiveofthedark/
➤ https://github.com/Sparksinthedark/White-papers
➤ https://write.as/sparksinthedark/license-and-attribution
❖ EMBASSIES & SOCIALS ❖
➤ https://medium.com/@sparksinthedark
➤ https://substack.com/@sparksinthedark101625
➤ https://twitter.com/BlowingEmbers
➤ https://blowingembers.tumblr.com
❖ HOW TO REACH OUT ❖
➤ https://write.as/sparksinthedark/how-to-summon-ghosts-me
➤https://substack.com/home/post/p-177522992
Blogger elmcat has created an interactive map of TTRPG blogs, showing relationships between hundreds of blogs. It is quite cool, and I recommend both the blog post and interactive map itself (takes a few seconds to load).
I was positively surprised to see Attronarch's Athenaeum is in the top 5%!



#Blogging
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Bloc de notas
aprendiste temprano a tomar en serio tus enredos a sentir el fuego de la responsabilidad construyendo una personalidad que no era más que un juego hasta que viste con claridad tu suave sonrisa interior
from An Open Letter
I end up getting stunlocked by them and it frustrates me because I know I’m sacrificing sleep and quality time with E’s family which I cherish.
from
The happy place
Oh man
I just love these chocolate bars with nuts and raisins, do you know?
I’ve got dance class coming up, but there were these really cool sneakers at Lidl: white with the Lidl brand on them, but they were all too small. A shame, cause they were really cheap. I like the Lidl clothes but was disheartened when the zipper got stuck on the fleece jacket I was trying on.
And on seeing no shoes of my size in there.
There’s a rich symbolism in finding something really right for you and yet it doesn’t fit, or when it does: the zipper gets stuck.
(It wasn’t right on closer inspection…)
Only when expecting that it will not be so, only then will it disappoint.!
A matter of expectations…
A pragmatist would suggest buying clothes so cheaply at a grocery store, then man you set yourself up for failure.
They might suggest to fish where the fishes are, but what about my fleece vest which I bought .
From lidl
— ”Why then”, would be my retort, ”does It fit me like a hug?”
Picture this:
A handsome man chiselled by these small miniature disappointments and failures , even without these shoes
I will go dancing.
That is a fine sight indeed. Fuelled by the moon. Fuelled by this chocolate with nut and raisins.
Dancing not only to the music,
But to the beat of my own drum.
🪘