By Edo Segal
The sentence I keep circling is one I wrote myself, on a flight over the Atlantic, at an hour I can no longer remember: "The whip and the hand that held it belonged to the same person."
I wrote it about myself. About the inability to close the laptop. About the specific modern condition of being simultaneously the driver and the driven, the builder and the thing being built upon. I thought I was describing something new — a pathology born from AI tools so powerful that the gap between impulse and artifact had collapsed to nothing.
Then I read Seneca, and discovered he had diagnosed the same condition two thousand years ago. Not in developers. In Roman aristocrats. Men who filled every hour with activity and arrived at old age
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