After I left Anthropic (partially reasoned below), I found I had creativity and hobbies again. I sprouted some new ones, though, like writing (mostly “silly”) poetry. Those who know me know I love wordplay, including rhymes, so this has been a fun activity for me personally to get to enjoy taking English apart and putting it back together (the silliness comes from doing to English what a child might do to a Mr. Potato Head doll).
The following is a poem, but not a silly one, which I’m using to help me justify (to myself and others) my choices: past, present, and hopefully future. Enjoy!
Some people stand on the shoulders of giants,
while others go run with the bulls.
I’ve seen if I tried I could stand and could run,
but it leaves my glass only half full.
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Well, that’s not quite true, see, it’s filled to the brim.
‘Cuz my glass truly doth runneth over.
But only half full with the blood of my being,
while the other half’s empty with water.
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I think I’ll gulp less from the Fountain of Knowledge,
the beverage which sates not the soul.
And hope that the liquid which flows from my heart,
will fill cups before I’m too old.