Good morning. ☕☕☕6 September 2025Okay, I’m stuck. No idea what to talk about this morning. I read somewhere that the trick is to just start writing—then the good, bad, and questionable juices will flow, and away we go. Or not.Throughout the day, thoughts come to me that would make decent primers for discussion, if I’d just write them down. But I usually don’t. So here I sit, trying to force my brain to think on command.Here’s Charlie, right on cue, reminding me it’s mealtime—or at least three minutes away. That’s always good for a short paragraph. I intend to stand and head that way on the minute. I need to top off my coffee anyway. I’ll do it then.I often use an analogy to describe the different thought capabilities of people: we’re not all issued the same tool kit. Whether by birth or experience, people’s ability to understand things varies. It’s remarkable if you’re self-aware enough to notice. I’ve known people who pick up on things much faster than I do, with a capacity for recall that boggles the mind. And then there are those who fail to recognize the obvious—the ones who make you think (hopefully not out loud), “Wow.”The thing is, stupid people don’t know they’re stupid. There’s a missing layer of self-awareness. Scientifically, it’s called the Dunning–Kruger Effect—a “psychological bias where people with low ability or knowledge in a domain overestimate their competence. They lack the metacognitive skill to recognize their own limitations, which leads to inflated self-assessment.” — Microsoft CopilotAs David Dunning and Justin Kruger put it:“People tend to hold overly favorable views of their abilities in many social and intellectual domains.” (Journal of Personality and Social Psychology, 1999)And Bertrand Russell, with his usual precision:“The trouble with the world is that the stupid are cocksure and the intelligent are full of doubt.”#morning #sunset #intelligence #dunning_kruger_effect #writing #dogs #photography #SelfAwareness

"A golden sun hovers low behind a jagged line of trees, casting a warm, amber glow across the sky. The light is rich and saturated—more molten than pastel—filling the upper half of the image with a dense, honeyed radiance. The trees form a dark silhouette, each trunk and branch sharply etched against the brightness. Some trees stand bare, their limbs reaching like skeletal fingers; others are fuller, cloaked in leaves that blur slightly at the edges. The horizon is uneven, almost like a torn edge of paper, where the forest meets the sky.

There’s no visible ground—just the vertical drama of tree forms and the horizontal wash of light. The sun itself is partially obscured, a glowing orb peeking through the branches, not blinding but insistent. It feels like a moment caught between breath and exhale—either the end of day or the beginning, depending on your mood. The image is signed in the bottom right corner: “© Swede’s Photographs,” a quiet nod to the artist’s presence.

The overall mood is reverent and still. It’s not a spectacle—it’s a threshold." - Copilot
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[–] 1 point 1 year ago (1 child)

@Swede1952 I’m always impressed by your morning reflections, but also with some jealousy - wishing I could be as profound, productive and consistent on a daily basis. So, it’s actually a bit of a relief to know that even you can get stuck, with the additional lesson that we all can just persevere through it. Thank you, again and again.

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