Other night I decided to mess with an AI research agent to see what kind of details it could point me towards concerning wampum, a goofy-corny childhood play term we used to use. Actually, it was a reverential term in the native American language of the tribes local to my formative region, coastal and inland New Jersey. These people called themselves “Lenapi”.
First day of 10th grade Geometry class, true story, teacher walked up and down the aisles handing out the textbooks to everyone. Eccentric guy, liked him right away. As chance unfolded my copy was partially ripped in the binding. He noted this a moment and looked at me, and I read his thought somewhat: “Oh well, thus crumbleth thy cookie.” And then he moved on. But directly he’d gotten two desks away he turned and rethought things. Made eye contact and said “Actually, Why suffer?” Then he trundled off to the back closet and got a brand new book to replace it. Little did I know this question would morph into a lifelong philosophical riddle touching all areas of my life. And everyone else’s.
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