While not a spiritual thing, I seem to have gone from worrying about neuro humanities to reviving old anxiety about the impending singularity, the prospect of human obsolescence, of extinction of our own making.

I think my spiritual journey needs a strong basis in living in the moment and making oneself happy. I'm fairly sure that if I were internally calm, maybe had some meaningful relationships, I'd be less terrified of having even my meager creative skills replaced by a hyper intelligent machine. Hell, even if I could be happy in myself, I'd be less afraid of anything. Or so I'd like to believe.