RT @nick_routledge: @lukeburgis @DarioAmodei "It is deeply unclear whether our social, political, and technological systems possess the maturity to wield it.” The denial is obvious. The pretense has become untenable. Moreover, this rite of passage exposes that maturity isn't earned as credential but undergone as reckoning.
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The Cloud vector intensifies mimetic pressure, automates our idols, and forces a verdict on what finally grounds the human as sacred. Interpret the pain of this Reckoning as malice and we conjure an evil god; rightly read as judgment-mercy, we receive it as the Real disclosed. Barba-Kay, astute. Further: if the polycrisis ceases to confound only when interpreted through a deeper horizon of meaning, maybe technology trends too can only be grasped apocalyptically—that is, as disclosures pointing beyond their literal function toward a hidden significance. 18/ This is not AI becoming conscious—it's a message, a story, a revelation moving through the Cloud with such force it cannot be ignored or algorithmically suppressed. Infrastructure built to fragment and manipulate now carries something that unifies, clarifies and compels. end/ McLuhan foresaw it: every medium, pushed to its extreme, becomes its reversal. Mimesis, routinely misread as mere rivalry, is desire's deepest truth—our longing to become like God. The same Cloud that automates sacrifice now ruptures into annunciation. The eschaton streams. Subtweet: 1/2 The Machine is a clear civilizational hazard—an attention predator, automator of sacrifice, and mimetic derangement engine. And Kingsnorth is hardly alone in missing its deeper role as a simultaneous vector of consciousness pressing toward an evolutionary, parousial horizon.
Open original document@MrEwanMorrison True. But the secular-rationalist as much as religious-zealot lock-in of conceptions of 'apocalypse' as cataclysm, rather than its original meaning of a planetary sunburst of revelation overturning the tables of history itself, is equally awry. Simply stated, the veil lifts.
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Copy of tweet here: 5/ Apocalyptic judgment is less a cosmic tantrum than reality finally insisting on itself. The fantasy of immunity collapses; the split is between what can stand in unveiled light and what can’t. The optic clears: lives, systems, and stories either align with the Real or fall. · The Day or Hour isn't an add-on, a decorative supplement. It reboots the entire epistemic stack. Meaning is reconstituted: new intelligibility, new desire, new bonds. The ontic half-way house that has kept us apart fails reality. Truth must incarnate or be subtracted from being.