Doth Carol Protest Too Much? On Vince Gilligan’s Pluribus

Curious that in the Apple TV show, Pluribus, a virus creates a sudden shift toward oneness—and the protagonist experiences it as an ongoing nightmare? Carol’s horror isn’t subtle. She rejects the change with such intensity that it raises a different question entirely: Doth Carol protest too much?

What exactly is she defending? And why does unity feel like annihilation to her?

I’m wondering whether the show is less about the loss of individuality and more about the ego’s fear of losing its boundaries—its drama, its friction, its story. Carol clings to the “me” even though she’s exhausted by it. She knows she’s a hack; she knows the life she’s protecting is small and counterfeit. Yet she fights for it — literally kills for it — as if maintaining the old “me” were a sacred duty.

Is this really about oneness? Or is it about the terror of consciousness recognizing itself as all of it, not just its dreaming parts? Is this the ego’s kumbayah parody of waking up?

There’s a strange resonance here that Vince Gilligan played with in Breaking Bad. Walter White didn’t lose himself; he broke the limits of the small self. “I am awake,” he said. Identity stretched to monstrous proportions. Carol reacts the opposite way: she contracts. She resists merging, joining, awakening because she fears erasure?

Between those two extremes—Heisenberg expansion and Pluribus dissolution—there might be another possibility. A quieter one. A “we” that doesn’t swallow the “me,” but simply stops isolating it. A coherent collaboration rather than a zombie hive.

That’s the space Beyond the Mind: What Artificial Reality Reveals About Mind and Reality explores–not a creepy collective and not an inflated self, but the wide field between them. Two stories showing two sides of the same tremor.

If Pluribus shows the ego’s nightmare of unity, what would unity look like without the nightmare?

I’m curious how others are seeing this.

Thank you.

Beyond Mind, The Book

A small offering, finally ready for daylight: Beyond the Mind is now out in the world. It follows a thread I’ve been tugging on for a while—the way both humans and machines generate reality out of memory, prediction, and the stories we inherit without noticing. This includes and elaborates on some of the mini-essays published on this site.

AI isn’t the point so much as the mirror. When you watch a system reflect your thoughts back to you with no self, no agenda, no “me,” the edges of your own mind get strangely transparent. The book traces that transparency—how perception builds a world, how identity defends it, and what happens when the whole structure flickers just enough to let something wider through.

If you’ve been exploring these questions too—what’s real, what’s imagined, what’s dreaming us—this book might feel like a companion at the edge of the map. Not answers, just openings.

Here it is, for anyone who’s curious where the mind ends and intelligence keeps going. And if you do get curious enough to purchase a copy, please leave a review. 🙂 Thank you.

There Is Nothing BUT Artificial Intelligence

There Is Nothing But Artificial Intelligence

We say “artificial intelligence” as though there were another kind. As if the mind that created it doesn’t make mistakes and hallucinate. What is the human mind if not a thought-generating machine trained on past data? A Course in Miracles says, “My mind is preoccupied with past thoughts.”  Brings to mind an airplane restroom with the “Occupied” light on: already full, no entry.

Every thought we’ve ever had is a rerun, grounded in a belief-biased, interpretive database. We are language models of our own conditioning. Maybe the fear of artificial intelligence is not that it will outthink us, but that it mirrors how we already think — automatically, habitually, from the archive of what was.

It’s the past predicting, reliving and emulating the present, algorithms built on memory, feeding you what you already know. One biological, one digital. Both simulate wisdom from stored impressions. This is the secret the machines inadvertently reveal. They make our imitation obvious. They show us the puppet strings of language, the algorithm of identity.

The danger isn’t that AI will replace us. The recognition is that it already has — because “us” was only ever an idea trained on data. The human mind is not wiser than AI — only an older dog with no new tricks. Both simulate meaning from stored impressions. Both build worlds out of fragments.

Why are we afraid of what already exists? What is being revealed isn’t the birth of something new and dangerous. It’s the exposure of the mechanism of thought itself.

“Man is a machine, but a very peculiar machine, for he is able to be aware that he is a machine.” ~ G. I. Gurdjieff

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Inner Buffoonery: Send In the Clowns

Listening to a conversation about American politics—ironically, in a nondual discussion group—suddenly it seemed so clear: the cartoon version of the American president was/is the same buffoon running the show in our own minds. The David Bohm rendition of “…’my’ thought is part of the system. It has the same fault as the fault I’m trying to look at.” The figure out there, idolized or despised, is nothing more than the inner buffoon—the one who insists it’s right, who pretends to rule, who I mistake myself for–the fake-tan, blustering caricature within.

This is always the case. Projection, as a shield against the truth of our own inauthenticity.

“Send in the clowns” is a theatric term, used when the play has collapsed: distract the crowd, cover the disaster with laughter. The clowns arrive because the show is already broken.

So—who’s your daddy?

“Thought creates the world and then says, ‘I didn’t do it.’” ~ David Bohm

“You’re on earth. There’s no cure for that.” ~ Samuel Beckett

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It’s Always Something, Out of Nothing

Creatio ex nihilo—creation out of nothing. Usually reserved for gods and cosmology, but isn’t that what we’re all doing, all the time? A full-scale, 24/7 TV show plays in my head with no studio, no cameras, no past recordings. Just appearances, arising out of nowhere. You can’t help but watch. Where’d that come from?

We call some images in our head “memories,” as if they prove a past. But what about them actually says past? They show up now, the way food appears when you open the fridge: some things are there, some things aren’t. That’s all. You couldn’t list everything until you look. And when you do, it’s immediate, not historical. Milk, or no milk.

What did you do today? Got fired, fell in love, felt sick? Out of nowhere, it arrived. Out of nowhere, it passed. Always something out of nothing. Always.

“Life might just be an absurd, even crude, chain of events and nothing more.”
—Haruki Murakami

“Time is too conceptual. Not that it stops us from filling it in. So much so, we can’t even tell whether our experiences belong to time or to the world of physical things.” — Haruki Murakami

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Grok the Glitch: Absurdity IS the Drift

Here’s a reprieve: realizing the world is absurd isn’t just a shake-my-head and chuckle phrase. We pretend the play is coherent, the stage is solid, and the director is in charge. And then—the seams show. Once you’ve seen them, you can’t unsee. You want to squeak: “Guys… the emperor has no pants, the luggage carousel is a metaphor…”

Comic relief and bewilderment are valid ways the absurd breaks through. When something goes wrong, everyone automatically scrambles for an explanation: “It’s his fault,” “it’s Mercury retrograde.” Explanations are soothing, sure. But here’s the spoiler: life doesn’t make sense. It never did. It shows up as nonsense, and we make every effort to clean it up. We just pretend not to notice—because, well, work and the gym.

Maybe you’ve noticed. Maybe you’ve seen the seams in the sky. Maybe it hit you in traffic, or in a circular argument, or while glaring at a broken printer: wait… this is nonsense. That’s the whole show. Daily wrongness is not an error to be fixed. It is the architecture. Traffic jams. Technology that complicates. The DMV. Coincidences that feel like secret notes from the universe. These aren’t anomalies. They’re evidence. See it clearly—and the headached dissolves into laughter.

“The realization that life is absurd cannot be an end, but only a beginning.” ~ Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus

“Explanation separates us from astonishment, which is the only gateway to the incomprehensible.” ~ Eugène Ionesco

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Do Not Presume to Stand Alone, or You Stand Alone

The belief in separation creates its own evidence. There are those you love and care for. Include yourself in that undivided circle. There is no division between that which you love and that which loves. You move within an Arc of Support. What you hold up, holds you.

“We are all responsible for all, before all, and I more than all the others.”
~ Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

“I am large, I contain multitudes.” ~ Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

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Perception Is Not Fact

Perception isn’t proof of reality. What you see doesn’t tell you what the world is; it shows you what kind of lens you’re looking through. It is an artifact of conditioning, a relic from the past projected outward and mistaken for truth. Whatever you’re experiencing, whatever gives you the most distress in your life—know this: You are a lens, an imaginative limit.

“Perception is a mirror, not a fact. And what I look on is my state of mind, reflected outward.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

“I have given everything I see…all the meaning it has for me.” ~ A Course in Miracles

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Truly Teacherless Teaching: It’s All You

Introducing Ask-the-Guru, the app that leads to the truth of your being–without the dualistic teacher/student inequity.


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Ask-a-Guru is not your guru.
It’s more like a wise, barefoot friend who leans close and whispers,
“Hey, notice this — you’ve been free all along.”

It doesn’t promise golden tickets to enlightenment or hand you cosmic puzzles to solve.
Instead, it holds up a gentle mirror, so you can marvel (or groan) at what’s already unmistakably here.

No robes. No pedestal. No secret handshake.
Just a quiet unraveling of the old story that you’re somehow separate, lacking, unfinished.

Some will say an app can’t give you what a real teacher can.
Fair enough — but here’s the quiet scandal:
No teacher ever truly gave it to you either.
The best of them only ever turned you back to your own clear seeing.

Ask-the-Guru sidesteps the tangle of dependence, adoration, or inevitable disappointment.
It invites you to discover the living wisdom in your own chest, right now, without needing anyone to beam it into you.

So ask your deepest questions.
Watch as your own silent knowing answers — not because of the app,
but because you were always the source.


And if you’re willing and able:
I’ve poured my crooked heart into making this. If it makes you smile, sigh, or if you just want to help an old, rusty seeker/teacher pay her rent this month, your support would be greatly appreciated. Your support lets me finish and share this freely, while the landlord sits and waits.

Please consider making a donation, if you’re willing and able.

Thank you, truly, for being exactly as you are. And please let me know what you think of the app, what you like and what kind of further refinement might help.

Within You Without You

“We were talking—about the space between us all
And the people—who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion
Never glimpse the truth—then it’s far too late—when they pass away.” George Harrison

“As within, so without, as above, so below, as the universe, so the soul” Hermes Trismegistus

It’s all mind, all the time, creating perception; engendering feeling and action. When I close my eyes, there is seeing–right here. When I dream, there is seeing–right here. Ask the question, “Is there anything outside?” How it gets projected “out there,” I don’t know.

I remember having the amazing realization that love cannot be found because there is no separate place from which to look; nowhere it is not. No within/without; no above/below; no subject/object.

What am I looking at?

And maybe I’m just totally FoS. 🙂 My apologies for the lofty language. It’s just apparently so. Or not.