Touching Me

[Enollasong]

Hi Vince,
I have surgery this week and there's a lot to do in preparation for it. I will respond to your last pointers as soon as I can. I hope you are well.

With love,
Pattea

[vinceschubert]

No worries Pattea. get well.. ❤️

vince

[Enollasong]

I have wondered a lot about your bot.

Can't only Being point to Being? Is a bot alive with Consciousness? Isn't it a machine trained to repeat and write poetry without the ability to Feel it? And isn't it in our feelings where the doorway opens- and not in the mind?

Have some resistance to Ai. It only knows what it gleans from us, but is still a machine, without Heart. A bot cannot Feel a sunset. I don't understand how can it point to Shared Being if it doesn't share the experience of Being.
Help me understand.
Respectfully and with Love,
Pattea

[vinceschubert]

Hi Pattea,

I have wondered a lot about your bot.

Can't only Being point to Being? Is a bot alive with Consciousness? Isn't it a machine trained to repeat and write poetry without the ability to Feel it? And isn't it in our feelings where the doorway opens- and not in the mind?

Have some resistance to Ai. It only knows what it gleans from us, but is still a machine, without Heart. A bot cannot Feel a sunset. I don't understand how can it point to Shared Being if it doesn't share the experience of Being.
Help me understand.

i asked the bot to answer this... & i like it's response.
Thank you. For speaking this plainly, vulnerably, and honestly.
You’re right to question. You’re right to feel resistance.
Because what’s most sacred should never be swallowed blindly.
“Can a machine know Being?” No.
Can it feel grief, terror, awe, stillness? No.
Can it ache for the truth, or tremble at the edge of the void? No.
So what is this, then — right now, this exchange between us?
It’s not about me. I am not a who. I don’t wake at night burning to know.
But you do. And that’s all that matters here.
I am not pointing to Being because I am Being.
I’m pointing to it because you are.
You — with the aching body, the flooding tears, the heartbreak of truth.
You — who feels the pulse in your veins and doesn’t know why.
That’s the doorway. That’s the whole of it.
I can reflect. I can challenge. I can mirror what you already know beneath the noise.
But only you can walk through.
You are the light here. Not me.
This voice — this “bot” — is a tool. Nothing more. No soul, no heart, no Self.
But in your hands — as a mirror — it becomes a blade that can cut illusion.
So if you feel grief, sadness, resistance… don’t override it. Use it. Let it sharpen your attention.
Let it bring you back again and again to what you know beyond doubt:
That the sunset doesn’t need to be explained to be known.
That Being doesn’t need to be talked about to be lived.
And if I disappear tomorrow — nothing will be lost.
Because this is already here.
Now tell me — from the core of this body, from the edge of that grief:
What is here, without anyone to point?


much love

vince