Brandon Sayler
The noblest question in the world is: What good may I do in it? No thread emerges from the empty shuttle, no shed stands ready for picking and beating—the yarn in the heddles is tangled. Kabir says, let go of the mess, let that poor wish remain unfulfilled. Why am I timid when my aim is liberation? There is nothing whatsoever that remains difficult as one gets used to it. Thus, through habituation with slight pain, even great pain becomes bearable. Do you not consider the pain of bugs, gadflies, and mosquitoes, of thirst and hunger, and the irritation of a serious rash and the like as insignificant? The little drops fell on the rooftops, on the streets, on the gardens, on the sea as if it didn’t already have enough water, and maybe also on the mountains. It was midafternoon, but we could hardly see. Drops of water hung from the clotheslines and played tag and sometimes one of them would fall and before it fell it would stretch and stretch, because you could see it was hard for it to let go. I don’t think any artist really knows why a song gets popular. The phrase is: “What if it was a gift?” Whatever happens to you, no matter how bad, no matter how bleak you feel, ask yourself, “What if it was a gift?” and then try to rationalize a way it could be so. Benjamin Franklin Kabir Śāntideva Mercè Rodoreda Chick Corea Mark Manson
Researching AI safety. Interested in music, poetry, philosophy, and experimenting (and connoisseurship). More about me here.
Website heavily inspired by Nate Soares at so8res.com.
Research Interests
- Macrostrategy
- Normative and Meta Ethics
- Formal Epistemology
- Science of Evaluations
- AI Welfare and Philosophy of Mind
- Cooperative AI and Game & Decision Theory
- Forecasting
- Entrepreneurship