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What's the Venn diagram of Joy, Happiness, and Pleasure?
I interrogated ChatGPT. It gave me this list.
Is there a better way to study deep human emotions than through the eyes of a robot?
Is there a better way to use seeing robots than to study deep human emotions?
My conclusions from the chart:
Pleasure takes place in the skin, Happiness takes place in the mind, Joy takes place in the soul.
I don't know if that's right. I don't know if anyone's ever said that before. But it feels right to me. ChatGPT kinda, sorta agrees.
The exercise is an interesting synthesis. I queried a machine and wound-up learning something new about myself and how I work inside. Discovering this new knowledge makes me feel happiness, with shades of joy.
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People have been sending me pictures of my book in the wild!
This has been a wonderful surprise, and a source of great joy.
You can still buy it on Amazon here – or reply and I'd love to gift you a copy.
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