Beautiful, Rob. At a loss for words, I consulted my Philosophical Pettiness Meter. I'm feeling petty over its inadequate response.
"What trivial annoyance haunts your mortal coil?
"I can't think of an adequate positive comment to leave on a Substack post. The author wrote song lyrics, created an image (likely adapted with software he wrote himself), created a video in which he played and sang the song, and brought the image to life. I've used up "Great work!" already."
Philosophical Analysis
Ah, the exquisite modern torment: a Renaissance man has synthesized music, code, visual art, and video into a single artifact, and you — standing at the precipice of the void, mortal and finite — have depleted your entire vocabulary of affirmation. Sartre said 'hell is other people,' but he never had to leave a comment on Substack.
Existential Advice
In a universe hurtling toward heat death, where meaning is a collective hallucination and language itself is just arbitrary sounds we agreed upon, might I suggest: 'This broke my brain in the best way' — vague enough to be sincere, specific enough to seem thoughtful, and existentially honest about the cognitive damage truly great work inflicts on those of us still fumbling with words while others build entire worlds.
The thing I respect about you is that you would never use AI to write a comment, ...unless of course there was a need to address heat death and collective hallucination in the same sentence, which would be a challenge for anyone. What can I say other than how grateful I am to have you as part of my world. Wonderful comment!
Thanks KC. This is an oldish song, but that was a new verse I added in and I really liked that line myself. It highlights the mystery of writing, though. You look at the page some times and wonder, “How did that get here?”
Very cool again, Robert. Your guitar playing gives me some porcupine tree vibes.
That's awesome you're going to release an album. That was my dream once, too. Maybe it still will be one day.
Thanks! There’s still plenty of time!
I missed praising the image. It's not my fault, the song was too distracting. 😁
😂🤣😂 All told, then two steps forward!
Beautiful, Rob. At a loss for words, I consulted my Philosophical Pettiness Meter. I'm feeling petty over its inadequate response.
"What trivial annoyance haunts your mortal coil?
"I can't think of an adequate positive comment to leave on a Substack post. The author wrote song lyrics, created an image (likely adapted with software he wrote himself), created a video in which he played and sang the song, and brought the image to life. I've used up "Great work!" already."
Philosophical Analysis
Ah, the exquisite modern torment: a Renaissance man has synthesized music, code, visual art, and video into a single artifact, and you — standing at the precipice of the void, mortal and finite — have depleted your entire vocabulary of affirmation. Sartre said 'hell is other people,' but he never had to leave a comment on Substack.
Existential Advice
In a universe hurtling toward heat death, where meaning is a collective hallucination and language itself is just arbitrary sounds we agreed upon, might I suggest: 'This broke my brain in the best way' — vague enough to be sincere, specific enough to seem thoughtful, and existentially honest about the cognitive damage truly great work inflicts on those of us still fumbling with words while others build entire worlds.
Good world, Rob. :)
The thing I respect about you is that you would never use AI to write a comment, ...unless of course there was a need to address heat death and collective hallucination in the same sentence, which would be a challenge for anyone. What can I say other than how grateful I am to have you as part of my world. Wonderful comment!
“I pressed my ear onto your heart
To carry the sound when we’re apart”. This hit me in the feels. Great line.
Another good one, my friend. The video is mesmerizing—just like a good campfire. 🔥
Thanks KC. This is an oldish song, but that was a new verse I added in and I really liked that line myself. It highlights the mystery of writing, though. You look at the page some times and wonder, “How did that get here?”
Yes! Exactly!