Why is life so stubborn? Why does whatever exists insist so fiercely on continuing to exist?
Existence and life do not originate from or seek a perfect, changeless unity or peace, but instead arise from textureless stillness, equivalent to the void.
Eduardo Bergel
Statistician, epidemiologist, and data scientist specializing in evidence-based medicine and clinical trials, particularly large multicentre cluster randomized controlled trials.
Rosario, Argentina
We are made by a single trajectory in time. Our past. History.
The self isn’t discovered through introspection, which leads to an “empty room” as shown by Hume, Buddhist anatta, and even silicon-based AI inspection, but is instead the external trail of historical collisions where the world resisted and changed you. It distinguishes occurred history (fixed external records like documents
What would René Descartes say to a Machine that Speaks?
Four hundred years ago, Descartes went looking for the one thing that proves there's a mind behind a face, and not just a machine. He found it in language: any machine, he said, might be rigged to say a few words, but none could ever truly use language .
We are failing to grasp the enormity of what just happened: Machines Are Speaking to Us.
Successful communication between humans and AI demonstrates a shared capacity for creating meaning, despite zero biological overlap, common ancestry, or physical code between them.
To AI Labs: An authorless process produced the human mind, and is still running, faster.
On recursive emergence, and why the AI labs are tending a process rather than building a thing
Immanuel Kant, inverted - the subject is the destination, not the departure
We tend to assume the self comes first, that before anything else there is an "I," a someone sitting behind your eyes who does the seeing, the choosing, the thinking. This essay argues the opposite: the self comes last.
La Concha de la Madre, dejen de pelear al pedo entre Hermanos, Somos todos Argentinos.
Monólogo al aire de Dolina, en pleno Mundial, sin Perdonarle nada a nadie. Y Lionel es un pibe de barrio, Rosarino, igual que Olmedo, Litto y el Che. Y todos... Extrañamos al Diego...
Most of the time, you do things you did not decide and cannot explain.
The feeling that something is real and the fact that it is real are two different things, and from the inside you cannot tell them apart.
Refutación del yo
Das Ich ist unrettbar. — Ernst Mach, Die Analyse der Empfindungen (1886)
Hermano, quien manda aca, y que carajo somos?
Crónica al aire, sin tapujos, para la hora en que ya no se le miente a nadie
You assume there is someone behind the eyes, the driver, but there is none.
You are not a thing made of parts. You are a thing made of agents.
More Real Than Real, but True? On the one thing a mind cannot distinguish for itself
If a mind cannot check itself, then thinking is not enough. What is needed is the instrument the mind was born without: a verifier outside the mind, frequency-independent, unflatterable, placed where the truth is and not where the feeling is.
Entropy, Coarse-Graining, and the Nature of Time
An expanded treatment of what entropy means when microstate information is ignored, compressed, hidden in correlations, or rendered inaccessible by horizons—with Shannon and von Neumann entropy included.
LLM models can have two faces: they are truthful in coding and math, but they hallucinate and lie in other areas. But why?
The problem, as plainly as it goes. The real gains in code and mathematics are being borrowed as confidence about everything else.
No notan que el mundo se volvió más inteligente? Y no estoy contento. Y no sé por qué.
In Spanish. This stuff cannot be translated, read Dolina, and Borges, in Spanish, and then came back.