duro on Nostr: It is what it is: this world here and now, and my life in it for which I am ...

It is what it is: this world here and now, and my life in it for which I am responsible.

Now here's where it gets a bit uncanny. This line came to me as reward at the end of longish train of thought. It felt like incremental progress, and I was satisfied. But the experience of it coming was of something submerged, shook loose, and rising to the surface. Was this really my thought, or some waterlogged detritus that I trawled from somewhere long ago and then left, forgotten in the mud?

So I googled it. And sure enough, AI told me that the words are attributed to Fyodor Dostoevsky. Of course they are. In retrospect that makes perfect sense. They have his spirit. They must have been down there for a long time... it's been, what, 20 years since I've read any Dostoevsky? And isn't it wild that I nailed it completely, word for word. What book was it from again? Why can't I find it? Oh, he never said it at all. The AI hallucinated. And then I hallucinated. Maybe I'm still hallucinating, I don't know. All I know is that....

It is what it is: this world here and now, and my life in it for which I am responsible.