or the faint flicker of sheet lightning that foretells a storm.
Last week the storm broke at 3am on a dark September morning.
That dark-thirty morning realization was 4 days ago when I discover/invented the idea of Aproximal Resonance Mapping from my research into Control Vectors.
I love that term “Winterization”. With barely any time to spare as our little farm prepares for fall and winter I would climb off the roof, dash to the basement to type for a few minutes and run some Cursor episodes.
Things started coming together right off the bat. First the philosophical justification formed. Then the hypothetical specification appeared. The trace of the mathematical path drew the minds eye like a drop of water falling onto a leaf in slow motion.
The first algorithms shimmered into existence next. A module to probe topology was called from the frigid shadows. Probes appeared in the latent space as starburst paths of exploding pyrotechnics. Illuminating roads, alleys, paths, buildings, meadows in winter night, autumn breeze, summer twilight and blazing spring morning.
When the CLI was locked in, the first remembered echoes of the GUI flew flapping and frittering down from the trees and flocked the page with feathers of mollified users. Lightning forged bonds between the page and the Core drove the first loops that drove again the probes that revealed even more memetic landscape.
Down the twisty, winding road of uncertainty. Sweeping up dust of doubt and filling bins with it. Only to pour it into the forge of concentration where it rapidly melted before the heart of evaluation.
Metrics forged in purist probability. Sweeping across the spectrum of steering strength, a smooth likelihood appeared at 50%
You may not know it or feel it but a fundamental premise of our world just changed.