From the Scribes Notebook
There is no truth but the Truth, and you are blinded to it the very moment you think you have reached it.
A Master wrote these words many years before I first copied them. I have copied them many times since, and only now do I think I have begun to understand why.
The One Truth is beyond grasp. Were a man to contain it, he would have to account for every possibility of existence, every truth, every opposite, and the falsehoods between them. Such a work would have no end. And were it somehow finished, what would remain to hold? No falsehood, but no vessel either.
This does not trouble me.
We were not made to possess the Truth, only to remain open to it.
All other truths are our own truths. Receive them with gratitude, hold them with humility, and be willing to loosen your grip. When another sees differently, do not break his vessel nor defend your own as though it were the spring itself. We drink from different bends of the same river.
The moment you think you have reached the Truth, you have already stopped walking toward it.
Your river forgets its course. What flowed freely settles into a pond, and every pond, receiving no fresh water, will in time grow stagnant. Not because the water was evil, nor because the pond wished for corruption — but because it mistook enclosure for completeness.
The pond is not wrong to be a pond. It is wrong only when it believes itself the whole world. Looking only upon its own still surface, it mistakes a mirror for a window, and forgets the rain.
Yet the rain falls.
It falls upon mountain and valley alike. It gathers into streams that ask no permission to run. It disappears beneath the earth, travelling unseen through stone and darkness, feeding roots and aquifers no eye has seen. It rises again as springs in places the original cloud never knew. Every stream believes it has found its own way to the sea, and in this it is not mistaken. Yet none chose the mountain from which it first descended, nor the unseen pull that guides it still.
The sea does not praise the river for arriving. It has no time for such things. Even as the river enters it, the sea is already surrendering to the heavens, becoming cloud, becoming rain, beginning again what never ended.
Who, then, shall claim to have seen the whole?
The ocean cannot be held by a single glance, nor by the widest reach of imagination. The moment a man believes he has contained it, he holds only a handful of salt water and calls it the sea.
So be gentle with your own truths.
Let them remain rivers.
Let them receive the rain.
For the shadow of falsehood is seldom cast by knowing too little. More often, it is cast the moment we cease to receive what the current has not yet brought.
Paper
Paper
Paper once mattered not because it was permanent, but because it could travel.
Copied by hand. Carried across borders. Memorised. Shared.
We humans have always trafficked with knowledge — across borders, through civilisations — as a way to extend our reality.
Molino⺢Practice
Molino⺢Practice
CRAFT, STORY AND EXPERIENCE
A week, a project, a topic, a theme, a solution, a study, a goal, a trip, an event, a guide, each of these is represented in the same structure as a document, to enable possibilities from here.
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Welcome
https://docs.google.com/document/d/163axeAPOEygaGEJf0VMM17WsG4hG-qQ4FurzVaVY1eg/edit?usp=sharing
Notas:
https://youtu.be/7W4ayMYX5xc?si=KtyJ1p_Ib1bgGzOI
https://youtu.be/96vr4PH-2FU?si=dKJHZBH4fhmnnqr_
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tpGCRk6m838
if you are a developer or engineer - I’m not, but there are 20 years of continuous learning, and improving upon experience over a broad range of professional areas, put into everything I do daily, and including this web application, that streamlines most of my marketing, communication, and past office work.
This document viewer interface, as quirky as it may be,
funky or ‘nerdy’ even, does its job and allows you to navigate the first tab of my private documents from this website section. After a couple of days of iterating and re-iterating versions over, believe me, more than one ai-assistant, I finished it to my intended specs. Then after another couple of days testing, reversioning, and making it more robust, I declared it mechanically boring, predictable, and is now quite robust.
I like this solution because it works to me as a metaphor. This is somewhat a creative vehicle, for further creative or productive work, communication materialized, serialized and automated on demand. This is a modern solution that slows things down, allows for surfacing the documents’ content, my work experience, the actual product of my weekly practice, at any desirable level. The vehicle, a document. Resemblant to paper itself, paper caters for philosophical depth, my craft itself nourishes from a fusion of multi-cultural, ancestral knowledge, traditions, human heritage value and local sustainability. What I love about paper is that it allows you to work and attain nearly infinite potential outcomes, using and building on the same method every time. There is a lot to learn from a humble blank page. I am also learning that as I write.
There is probably nothing more valuable to us humans than our time.
I spend a lot of my own time, deep diving into a deep focus mode. I won’t tag or use any labels for that, but that is how I work. I dive in to solve problems and save time, or simply to make sure that things have a hard time slipping back or being left undone, throughout my professional practice. Whole areas of concern that could otherwise linger in my mind without materializing and perpetually making me feel overpassed. Hence I became a ‘coder’ - now over a decade into it, and ai-assistance is sure a perk! – so I upgraded to systems architect +prompt engineer, without the weight or cost of a degree.
This tool here doesn’t just save me a minute,
and remove my friction in publishing, or writing openly online. It actually defines one of my key routine patterns, and helps me establish chosen levels of technical and creative communication with anybody around the globe, any time. That is cool.
Friction removed.
My mind-set when programming, is to reduce a burdento a solution involving just one, or no physical action. I prefer one click solutions, because I guess I am Generation-x, not millennial -b y one year. I like chunky mechanical things, but time, context or condition based automations are also good. They allow you to not think, not have to remember to press any button at all, to get the thing done. They require intense planning and ‘signal’ from the real world to remain useful and target real pain. When used with caution, wisely and for the right part of a process, usually not the whole process procedure, they can become very high value.
Stay tuned.
PS: If you really read to the end, thank you for reading. 💛
Z.