I keep having this strange experience. I'll open a model response and just... stare at it for a moment. Not because I don't understand the individual words. Because every paragraph is carrying so much context that my brain instinctively starts searching for a foothold. A familiar analogy. A single thread to pull. Some place to begin unraveling the tapestry. The strange part is that this is my own project. I know the architecture. I know the history. I know why every decision was made. And yet, more and more often, my next prompt is simply: "Explain that more simply." A year ago I was asking the models for maximum depth. I wanted the answer a room full of PhDs would give each other. Now I find myself asking for something almost opposite. Not less intelligence, just less compression. Fewer ideas per paragraph. More places for a human mind to come up for air. The models aren't inventing a new language. They're speaking perfectly recognizable English. It's just that every sentence has become densely connected to every other sentence. Each paragraph feels like a compressed graph of ideas that my brain has to slowly expand back into something I can hold in working memory. Sometimes I can't tell if the models are accelerating, or if I've simply found the bandwidth limit of my own cognition. I wonder what this feels like a year from now. Maybe the scarce resource isn't intelligence. Maybe it's human comprehension. – at Marina del Rey, CA