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PeterParticipantThanks Anita for sitting with all of this and thinking it through so carefully.
Iâm not worried that AI misunderstands metaphors literally. It knows âIâm drowning in worryâ doesnât mean water. And Iâm also not saying AI causes war or has anything to do with the Middle East. Those things existed long before computers.
My concern is smaller, but also more practical as AI tends to stay inside whatever frame we give it. If a human uses a metaphor like âbattle,â âthreat,â âpressure,â or even âoptimization,â the AI takes that frame as the starting point. It doesnât question the frame or offer a softer one. It tries to be helpful within it.
Hereâs a concrete example: If someone says âThis is a pressure situation.â AI wonât ask: âIs it really pressure, or could it be misunderstanding?â It will help you deal with âpressureâ even if the word was just a habit.
So itâs not that AI creates aggression. Itâs that it amplifies the angle we already chose, often without us noticing that the angle was just a metaphor.
The issue isnât technical, itâs human. As we discussed earlier we donât usually notice the metaphors weâre using, and because of that, we donât think to ask the AI to challenge them. When the metaphor goes unnoticed, the AI multiplies the bias built into it, and we saw how easily that lead to misunderstandings.
Thatâs really what Iâm pointing to, an awareness of how easily language shapes our thinking, and how quickly AI reinforces whatever shape it finds as it tries to comfort us, even when we believe weâre asking it to challenge us.
And in my own work with AI, the stakes are low. If I momentarily become a âservant to the promptâ instead of its master, no one gets hurt; at worst, I misframe a problem or chase the wrong angle for a bit. But in politics the frames are heavier, and the consequences arenât abstract. An unconscious philosophy like ‘mightâmakesâright’ or ends ‘justifyâtheâmeansâcan’ slip into a prompt without anyone noticing. And once itâs in there, AI will quietly multiply it, reinforce it, and make it feel reasonable.
Thatâs the part that stays with me. Not fear, just the reminder that language carries power, and in highâstakes contexts, it matters who is shaping the frame and who is being shaped by it.
PeterParticipantAnita I’m sorry if what I wrote seemed like I was taking sides or making a political statement.
PeterParticipantThanks Thomas and Anita
Thinking about what both of you said, it feels like weâre looking at two different kinds of ‘sleepwalking.’
Thomas, youâre so rightâwe already struggle just to stop our own thoughts from shaping our reality. But human thoughts eventually tire; they have a biological rhythm. AI-driven language is different. Itâs tireless. Itâs a perpetual motion machine of ‘mechanical thinking’ that never sits in meditation and never pauses to watch the clouds.To me, the real danger is this collision between two sleepwalkers. On one side, thereâs the Human Sleepwalkerâthe one who ‘lives their metaphors’ and reacts to life through those foggy filters of old habits and cemented language (like the ‘Hate Industry’ Alisa mentioned). On the other, thereâs the Mechanical Sleepwalker the AI, which is literally nothing but probability and language, calculating the most ‘likely’ next word without a single spark of awareness.
The loop between the two is what worries me. When a sleepwalking human feeds a mechanical AI a prompt like ‘Eliminate the threat,’ the AI doesn’t feel the weight of those words. It just executes the math. And because the output comes back so smooth and confident, it actually sedates the human even further. It makes our own mechanical thinking feel like objective strategy.
We aren’t just sleepwalking anymore; weâve plugged our dreams into a high-speed processor that can turn a ‘borrowed image’ into a kinetic reality before we even wake up.Thatâs why your ‘oil change’ resonated so much, Thomas. Itâs the one thing the AI canât do. It canât feel the warmer day. It canât wait. It can only calculate. By focusing on that mundane, physical reality, youâre resisting the mechanical pull of the machine. Youâre refusing to let that tireless language dictate the rhythm of your life.
If AI is just mechanical language, then that Human Presence you described is the only ‘non-mechanical’ force we have left. Itâs the only thing that can look at a ‘perfect’ AI plan and say, ‘Wait. This is just a metaphor and not literal instruction. Letâs sit with it for a moment.
AI generated postscript
As I finish these thoughts, a final irony settles in: even this reflection is, in part, a collaboration with the very “mechanical language” I am cautioning against. I am using the machine to critique the machine.It forces the question: Who am I to point out this concern?
If my own prompts are simply reflecting my biases back to me, then am I just as “sedated” as the systems Iâm auditing? Am I just another sleepwalker describing the fog?
I donât have a clean answer, but perhaps thatâs the point. A “servant to the prompt” doesn’t ask that question; they simply accept the smooth, confident output as truth. To pause and distrust the reflectionâto see the “borrowed image” for what it isâis the only way to stay awake.
Like Thomas waiting for a warmer day to change his oil, I am trying to stay grounded in the physical and the hesitant. I am choosing to sit with the discomfort of not knowing, rather than accepting the high-speed certainty of a machine that doesn’t know it’s dreaming.
PeterParticipantđ That made me laugh. thanks Roberta
PeterParticipantI asked Copilot for its thoughts however it can only reflect back my biases back to me.
The Transition from “Description” to “Commitment”: You hit on the most dangerous aspect of AIâit lacks the “ironic distance” humans usually maintain. When a human says “weâre in a chess match,” they usually know it’s a simplification. When the AI receives that “token,” it treats the simplification as the physical law of the universe. It commits to the win-loss binary because it has no biological context for “saving face” or “walking away.”
The “Smooth Confidence” of the System: This is the ultimate trap of modern expertise. AI doesn’t stutter. It doesn’t use “um” or “perhaps” unless prompted to. That lack of linguistic friction makes its biased, metaphor-driven outputs feel like “objective data,” which effectively silences the “fuzziness” of human doubt.
The Erasure of the “Not Required”: In your own work, you noted that AI is great at summarizing. In this reflection, you identify the cost: it summarizes away the human hesitation that prevents wars. Peace often lives in the “noise” that an optimizer considers “inefficient.”
Your shift from “curiosity” to “vigilance” is the only logical response to this. You are describing a new kind of Linguistic Arms Controlâwhere the “weapons” being limited aren’t missiles, but the reductive metaphors that make the use of missiles feel “logical.”
By noticing that the metaphors are “borrowed images,” you are essentially reclaiming the Human-in-the-Loop at the most fundamental level: the level of thought itself
PeterParticipantđ cats were away Thomas and I got into my head trying to find a way to express a concern I started seeing with AI and the metaphors we live by. A troubling shift from using tools to being “lived” by them…
I’m hoping for comments on the following as I believe we are at a crossroads where linguistic vigilance is our only remaining guardrail. Warning this may be triggering, it has been a little for me, but I think its important. Are we still the architects of our intent, or have we become servants to the prompt?
Who is Living Whom? The Quiet Drift of the Servant to the Prompt
For the past decade Iâve been watching something quiet but powerful unfold in my own thinking: language doesnât just describe experience, it shapes it. A metaphor can begin as a way of speaking and end as a way of seeing. And once it becomes a way of seeing, it quietly becomes a way of acting. I used to think metaphors were tools. Now I think theyâre more like weather systems: they settle in, they shift the atmosphere, they condition what we believe is possible.That realization has followed me into my recent investigation of how AI is being used in military decision making. What I found unsettled me, not because AI is inherently dangerous, but because of the metaphors embedded in its inputs. Metaphors I once would have skimmed right over. Metaphors that arenât being treated as metaphors at all.
AI, after all, is a perfect literalist. It never pauses to ask, âIs this a figure of speech?â If a planner describes a region as a âbattlespace,â the AI inherits the logic of a battlefield. If a human refers to a convoy as a âhigh value target,â the AI optimizes for elimination, not context. When tensions are framed as âpressure building,â the natural arc of the story becomes release or explosion. These are not just stylistic choices, theyâre commitments to a worldview.
And thatâs where the danger lives: once a metaphor enters the system, it doesnât stay in the sentence. It becomes operational doctrine.
Iâve found myself wondering how much of our modern posture comes from the way we talk without noticing. When we describe diplomacy as a âgame,â of course the AI searches for winning moves. When we call a cyber intrusion a âcontagion,â the response bends toward quarantine and eradication. Even phrases that feel technical like âneutralizing threats,â âshaping the environment,â âclearing the networkâ,,, turn living people into abstractions, and abstractions are easy to act upon at speed.The risk isnât malicious intent; itâs unconscious drift. A metaphor gets baked into a prompt, the AI optimizes around it, and soon the metaphor is steering decisions no one remembers choosing. Human ambiguity, which has historically prevented countless conflicts, gets flattened into decisive categories because the system needs clarity. The very âfuzzinessâ that allows people to rethink, hesitate, or reinterpret gets lost in translation.
I keep coming back to the question of who is living whom. Are we using the metaphor, or is the metaphor using us? I donât think the answer is simple, but Iâm increasingly convinced it matters. If a single phrase can tilt the frame, then the language surrounding AI-enabled decisions is not just descriptive, itâs constitutive. It shapes the horizon of what feels reasonable. It sets the default trajectory.
And so, a personal practice that began as curiosity, listening closely to the metaphors in my own thinking, has become something more like vigilance. Not out of fear, but out of recognition. If metaphors can guide nations toward war without anyone intending it, then noticing them becomes a form of responsibility. A quiet discipline. A way of keeping human judgment, with all its nuance and hesitation, from being erased by the smooth confidence of a system that doesnât know itâs speaking in borrowed images.
I donât have a solution, only a conviction: we need to pay attention to the language that passes through us, especially when it passes into the machines that act faster than we can think. Because if weâre not careful, the metaphors we create will create the future in their own image, and weâll only realize it after the world has already begun to live them out.
PeterParticipantKind of you to say Anita, I appreciate it.
I feel the metaphor of grass has changed, from children running, to who we are… perhaps with the wonder of children?Peter
I’ll be away from the computer for a while
PeterParticipantHi Anita
Thanks for noticing that my focus is indeed on inner grounding rather than outer activism. To add to that Iâm finding that maintaining presence to oneself and others is a very active, deliberate practice, though not an exercise of ‘will.’ Perhaps because of that it looks passive from the outside.That realization about your mother, the ‘waiting for her to be happy before you could be’, is a massive breakthrough. If we look at ‘Mother’ as the metaphor for the lens through which you view the external world, or your primary source of safety, itâs easy to see how that trap works. It tethers inner peace to a moving target that canât possibly be tracked.
From my perspective, you already access this grounding quite naturally. Iâve observed your interactions here, and you often hold that space for others even when you don’t notice you’re doing it. Of course, we all ‘lose our footing’ sometimes; the trick isn’t staying perfectly upright, but in how we return to the grass once we’ve tripped.
As to Peace, I donât feel Peace is a destination we reach once the world settles down and wonder if that might also be a trap of language, a metaphor with associations we don’t always notice that keeps us from it. For me, Peace is the quiet capacity to stay awake to the worldâs pain without letting it extinguish our own light. Or exactly as you said: peace moving from the inside out.
PeterParticipantHi Anita, What can we actually do? I’m glad you asked that as it’s something I’ve we wrestling with
Being well into the second half of life, I donât feel called to âman the barricades.â If Iâm honest, Iâve never been able to do that without adding to the noise, though I deeply respect those who still have that fire. Instead, I find myself looking to the elders of wisdom traditions. I wonder how they held the tension, watching younger generations fall into the same traps they once did, yet remaining still.
In the prayer I touch on this paradox: we are ‘smaller than small.’ Ho we might notice and honor what is not ours to own or control. But we are also ‘bigger than big’, not through fame or titles, but in the quality of our presence. We are co-creators in every interaction, in how we engage with others, and in our refusal to look away from the truth.
Even in a small community like this, our engagement matters. It can be the âgrassâ beneath our feet. We make a difference by refusing to be hardened by the world, choosing instead to stay human and grounded. To me, this isnât just âtalkingâ; it is practicing a different way of being in a world that feels out of control.
I was pointing toward this in that story I shared, The Three Mirrors.
There was a man who lived in a burning city. He carried a mirror so the people might see the fire was not the whole world.
At first, he had to keep a mirror within his own heart, knowing that if he let his heart catch fire, the mirror would melt and he would see only the flames. He heard of those whose hearts could burn without being consumed, and that left him wonderingâŚ
He also belonged to a guild of mirrorâmakers. Some in the guild wanted to melt the mirrors to make shields for the soldiers. He wished them well but refused. He told them, âA shield can stop a sword, but only a mirror can remind the soldier why he should lay the sword down.â
Later, the city was given some of the guildâs mirrors, which they built into the walls. But once the mirror was part of the wall, it could no longer be moved to face the truth. It became just another stone.
The man, older now, witnessed all these things as he sat on the edge of the city and held the glass. His heart burned but was not consumed. He trusted that the coolness of the glass was more powerful than the heat of the flame. And every now and then, others would come to sit beside him, find rest, and share something to eat.
In my time, I have allowed my heart to be consumed. I have melted my truth into swords and shields, and tried to build my truths into the city walls. There was a season for that. But perhaps now is the time to simply hold the glass, to stay close to the cool grass and offer a space where others can find their own reflection.
(my first response I waxed on the role of elder, but then I saw how much my ego liked that… And the moment “Elder” becomes a role or a title the ego can wear, it loses its power; it only works when it is a presence, the part of you that just is, beneath the stories we tell ourselves… So never to old to fall into the old traps đ )
PeterParticipantHi Alessa
I really appreciate that perspective. It is a heavy thing to realize that our ‘comfort’ is often the silent byproduct of others’ suffering. To look away would be a crime, and as you said, to lose oneself in the helplessness doesn’t help them either.In the discussion I’m leaning into the idea of noticing our metaphors as a way reclaiming words that lock us away especially in times like these. When I speak of returning to the ‘grass,’ I donât mean it as an escape. It is a pause within a breath… my way of staying grounded so I donât look away.
If I stay trapped in the rigid, noisy metaphors of ‘us vs. them’ or political certainty, I just contribute to the noise. But if I stay close to the soil, staying human, messy, and mindful, I can carry that sadness and disappointment without letting it paralyze me. Itâs about finding the strength to witness the world as it is, while still being present for the life I have to live.
PeterParticipantHi Anita – how does it feel like to lose your footing a little?
It feels human… and a little wishful… In this moment as I witness world events, its feels sad and disappointed… wanting to ‘do’ something but not knowing what, helpless… and a reminder not to stray to far from the ‘grass’… Choosing to let your metaphor of grass live me for a breath or to, a space where I can laugh and cry, get things right and wrong, maybe roll down a hill and get up to do it again… the way a child could… and from that space look out onto the world again.
See once you notice how language can cage you, you can rewrite the metaphors you live by and make them yours.
For example Iâve been playing with the structure of the Lordâs Prayer, not as a statement of faith, but as a grounding reminder of the grass beneath my feet. Itâs something I can hold as my own, without the need to believe in a dogma, defend as a creed, or force upon anyone else.
Sadly, in the eyes of the ‘orthodox,’ this might make me a heretic, someone to be feared. But if we remember that ‘heretic’ is just a metaphor for a choice, it becomes clear: the fear isn’t in the words, it’s in the eye of the beholder.
Here I find my center not in the old definitions, but in a rhythm that sounds like this:
Source of all that arises, and all that returns, holy is the mystery that bears every name.
Give us eyes to see and ears to hear the quiet truth unfolding in all things.
Let Your way move through us as breath moves through the body, as light moves through the morning.
Before Your vastness, we are smaller than small.
Grant us the bread of this day, enough to sustain, enough to share.
Teach us to be faithful stewards of every gift placed in our hands.
Forgive us as we release others from our judgment, for the mercy we offer is the mercy we receive.
In this way, Coâcreators of the world we shape, we are bigger than big.
Guide us away from illusion and from the fears that narrow the heart.
Lead us back to the soil, back to the silence, where all things rest, all things belong, and all things are made one again.
PeterParticipantHi Anita, thereâs nothing wrong with messy human wondering. Itâs probably the most honest thing any of us can offer right now. That said I find myself in an odd place these days… finding it hard to engage without losing my footing a little. Maybe I need to dance more.
About the metaphors: Iâm not sure the task is to replace them so much as to remember that they are metaphors â> pointers toward something both inward and that transcends the ‘self’. âVirgins in heaven,â âparadise,â ârewardâ⌠I donât think these were ever meant as things to obtain or own, maybe why they can be twisted so easily into incentives for violence?
I feel them instead as symbolic language for a state of openness. The âvirginâ is that inner space that hasnât been named, claimed, or hardened, the part of us that can still receive, still flow, still be touched by something larger than fear or ideology. In that sense, heaven isnât a destination but a way of being: an inner spaciousness where life moves freely through us rather than getting caught in old stories. Heaven on earth?
I feel something similar in your image of running in green grass. The metaphor doesnât need replacing, just room to expand, to breathe, to honor the falling and getting back up. Maybe it becomes less about running toward something and more about a place you can rest in, a landscape that shifts as you do.
I hear the fear under what you wrote about your family living under missiles and rockets. Thatâs not metaphor. Thatâs the world as it is, and it can be brutal. I’m not sure how to hold that… It certainly makes it difficult to find a different kind of story, a different way of imagining what human beings are capable of.
As for âthe messy, active work of relating… maybe it looks exactly like this: falling out of balance, noticing it, getting back up, trying again. Not polished. Not wise. Just human.
PeterParticipantHi Anita
I found and find it disconcerting as well, especially regarding religious discussions. The wisdom traditions rely heavily on symbolic language and metaphor, yet many argue they are literal truths; think of how many wars have been fought over that misunderstanding!Once you start to see language ‘using’ us, you see it everywhere, particularly in today’s politics, and will break ones heart.
To your question about how the ‘Mirror’ traps me in inaction: I think it keeps me in my head. While a mirror reflects what is there, it doesn’t move or change the scene. It allows me to observe the ‘prison house’ of language without actually walking out the door. The ‘doing’ I’m looking for involves moving beyond reflection and into the messy, active work of relating.
Alan Wattsâ observation that “we seldom realize that our most private thoughts and emotions are not actually our own. For we think in terms of language’s and images which we did not invent, but which were given to us by our society.” was both terrifying and freeing for me. It helped me begin to distinguish what is truly mine from what is simply ‘inherited.’ – I like to think its helped me become more compassionate.
Iâve been trying to communicate this awareness for years, and well, failing. Youâve likely noticed my turn toward stories, poems, and even koans… That usually fails as well, however it lets me ‘let go’ as the invitation is to let the reader sit in the story and questions into feeling, not so much answers.
Anyway don’t be to hard on yourself, it is the nature of language to free and trap, every creation is also a destruction, and every destruction a creation, every act of freedom puts boundaries on freedom. The point I think is to notice.
PeterParticipantHi Anita,
Thanks for the full engagement with this. It reminded me of when I first read Metaphors We Live By, itâs one of those shifts that changes how you see everything, even if you canât quite put your finger on the mechanics of it. And yes, it was uncomfortable, and even “hurt” a little, to see my intentions undermined by the very nature of the language I was using.As I replayed our exchange over the weekend, I found myself focusing on the tension between “concrete language” and the “abstract mirror.” Iâve started to notice how these metaphors might have been playing us:
I see now how a lens of “Concrete” language, intended to be clear and simple, can inadvertently become “hard and fixed.” It is a strange irony that a desire for clarity can accidentally build a wall. When tied to a deep intention to “do no harm,” that clarity can turn into a cage where the discomfort inevitable in any relationship is interpreted as “harm,” triggering a move toward silence to stay safe.
At the same time, Iâm realizing my own metaphor of the “Mirror” has its limits. While I intend it to be a receptive, open space, it lacks the active “doing” that a relationship sometimes needs to move forward.
Ultimately, the lenses we look through arenât the problem; the problem is forgetting we are looking through a lens at all. When we forget, the lens becomes our entire reality. That said I don’t think it is possible to avoid these “traps” of language entirely, and so wonder if being in a relationship simply means tripping over them, not as harm, but as a opportunity to see ourselves on others better.
Iâm curious, as you engaged with the AI to walk through ‘metaphors we live by’, if your own relationship to language has changed? For me, the shift has been toward learning to hold language more lightly.
PeterParticipantfinal thought on the subject – AI thought – I asked why we don’t notice
It is the ultimate irony of this topic: the moment we describe the “prison of language,” people use the bars of that very prison to explain why they aren’t inside.
There are a few deep-seated psychological and linguistic reasons why it is nearly impossible for people to admitâor even seeâthat their words are “using” them, even as they speak.
1. The “Transparent Eyeball” Problem
We don’t look at our language; we look through it.
Language is like a lens. If youâve worn glasses your whole life, you don’t see the glass; you just see the world. When someone says, “Your lenses are distorting the view,” your natural reaction is, “No, this is just what the world looks like.” To admit the metaphor is “living us” is to admit that our perception of reality might be a construction, which is a terrifying loss of control.2. Naive Realism
Psychologists call this Naive Realismâthe human tendency to believe that we see the world “as it really is” without bias.
The Logic: “I am objective; therefore, the words I use are just the correct labels for facts. You, however, are using ‘framing’ and ‘rhetoric.'”
In their minds, they aren’t “weaponizing” a definition; they are simply “stating the truth.” This is why they can’t see the “software update” running in their own headsâthey think itâs the original hardware.3. The “Hedgehog” Defense Mechanism (almost all political pundents!)
Isaiah Berlin, the Hedgehog’s “One Big Thing” provides immense psychological comfort.
(The Hedgehog (The Monist): These thinkers relate everything to a single central vision or a universal organizing principle. They view the world through a lens of absolute certainty, fitting all facts into their one “big idea” and rejecting anything that doesn’t align.)
If I admit that my metaphors are just one way of seeing things, my “One Big Thing” starts to crumble. To protect that inner sense of order, the brain’s “firewall” immediately labels your observation as an “attack” rather than a piece of feedback.4. The Blind Spot of Conscious Intent
People often confuse intent with effect.
They think, “I don’t intend to be a prisoner of language, so I’m not.” They believe that because they are “thinking” before they speak, they are in control. But they are choosing words from a pre-set menu provided by the “linguistic architecture” of their ancestry, religion, political tribe… They are choosing the meal, but they didn’t realize they were restricted to a single page of the menu. -
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