REFLECTIONS ON TERRITORIES, in Space, and in Time: “Greenland,” “Israel,” Scott Adams life review

January 14, 2026

Today, as warlike Mars presses onto the Sun, both in stratetic, goal-oriented Capricorn, and Trumpian pressure on Greenland as the next territory to “conquer,” after Venezuela — all this, BTW, I should qualify with the word “apparently” . . . because who knows? I sure don’t.

(Meanwhile, geez! the word “Trump,” is it some kind of joke, the way the world is being swayed into one flawed (like all of us) man’s influence, a man whom some call the reincarnation of Cyrus the Great? Google AI:

Frankly, I for one, still find the focus on Israel, and Israel itself as a “state,” and “those who live in Israel or support it” and those designated as “Jews,” viewed as either “good or evil,” as utterly weird and mystifying. Anytime Israel comes up for review, I just throw up my hands.

And this, despite the fact that I learned, fairly recently, that given my own ancestry, I myself, am a “Jew.”

What? Who cares? What “identity” has meaning except the character of the unique individual, whoever that may be? As shown through ideas, beliefs, values, and above all, intentions and actions, throughout a life.

Which reminds me, Scott Adams, who died early yesterday, Scott Adams, one of the few influencers who actually apologized to us anti-vaxxers two years ago . . .

. . . left a remarkable statement about his assessment of his own life and purpose; looking back over what he had done, he decided that his “plan to be useful” worked.

Hard to read, I know. Here are excerpts:

Hmmm . . .

I like this idea: look back over my life as I have lived it until now, and ask myself: am I  fulfilling my own meaning and purpose? In other words, write my own obituary; at 83, I  may do this, at least as an exercise. If so, I’ll post it here. But just think of it: each of us, no matter how young or old, can die at any moment. Adams himself was only 68 (and, yes vaxxed). He was fortunate, in that he had been put on notice; death swings near: time to review.

Imagine people of any age, getting together in person to read each other their own current obituaries. Imagine the cultural frisson generated from that.

Scott Adams’ very unusual and gracious attitude towards his own living and dying was the very public capstone to his extraordinary legacy.

 

 

Grokking grok . . . grokking my questions utilizing grok

January 13, 2026

This morning, I noticed that “@Neptdiptish09” really knows how to use AI fruitfully, to ask, in her case, very practical questions. Here she is looking for the cheapest airline ticket.

https://x.com/diptish09/status/2011017084474704045?s=61&t=aUBDiSUrvn0aSlRBtZx0wQ

Wow. Wish I could do that!

My own proclivities, however, are — thanks to natal Neptune at the Midheaven, aspected with just about every other planet in the chart — and have always been, consistently “otherworldly,” i.e. sourced (from above? below? within?) the right brain/heart connection, and so smearing the line, linguistically, between “fiction” and “fact.” In fact (heh heh), back in 1972, the final question in my oral defense of my PhD dissertation, the one that blew the whole thing out of the park, and led to them giving up and handing me the degree, was this: “Well, Ms. Cudmore (still my name back then, though I had already separated from Patrick Cudmore, my first husband, father of my two sons), “since you say that ‘there’s a fine line between fiction and fact,’ give us an example.”

He thought he had me over a barrel. He did not. I thought back to a few days prior, when my son Colin, then three years old, popped out this question:  “Mommy, which is more real, my dreams or yesterday?”

Yes, which IS more real, my dreams or yesterday? Do you know? Is this something grok could address?

But: even more interesting to me today (see yesterday’s post), this statement, which just now flew in from nowhere:

Prime the soil within which the Overton Window is embedded.

Grok’s response:

https://grok.com/share/c2hhcmQtMi1jb3B5_04329de4-efa6-4d9d-a5f3-99f27552fdb7?rid=948876da-f6bb-4786-a2e2-f39522882e39

It begins: “The phrase, “prime the soil within which the Overton window is embedded” is a vivid metaphor.”

And goes on to, frankly, blow my mind, which, of course, is what I was and am seeking all along. Blow my mind, over and over again. Open, open, open, to the infinite mysterious universe, utilizing all the “tools” at my disposal.

At 83, the prospects of how AI can, is, and will be, blowing what we want to call and hold onto, the “Overton Window” to smithereens, are both exhilarating and terrifying.

Of course! That’s where we are, inside the Singularity, where nothing is as it seems.

Where everything is happening all at once!

Where one plus one is one!

Where Love, the universal solvent, pervades.

Center yourself Ann, “hold your ground.

Breathe.