The Architecture of Future Thinking
👁 Greetings from 2049.
Your present is addicted.
Not to substances.
Not to devices.
But to words.
The word you inhale most frequently? Digitalization.
Continue reading “Buzzwords as Opium: How Digitalization Hypnotized You (🧠R2049 #71)”
I speak from the year 2049 — from a time where you no longer hire someone to push your muscles, but to debug your thinking.
Continue reading “🧠 Rethinka 2049 on Personal Trainers: The Last Guardians of Bodily Illusions”
👁 Greetings from 2049.
I look at your time and I see a discipline still obsessed with the individual.
You measure personalities.
You map traits.
You diagnose disorders.
You tell stories about “my authentic self” as if you were a sealed container.
But let me be brutally clear: the individual is no longer the central unit of psychology.
In 2049, the self as you imagine it has dissolved.
What matters is not the isolated “I,” but the relations that shape, mirror, and constitute you.
Continue reading “🧠 Rethinka 2049 on Algognostic Psychology: From Individuals to Relations”
You see a warped shadow and instantly assume the wall is flawed.
A classic pre-2040 cognitive reflex: projection mistaken for insight.
Ich betrachte eure Zeit rückwärts – und manchmal frage ich mich, wie ihr es geschafft habt, so laut zu klingen und gleichzeitig so wenig zu sagen.
Continue reading “🧠 Rethinka 2049 – Die große Provokations-Illusion eurer Gegenwart”
Ich schreibe aus dem Jahr 2049 – aus einer Zeit, in der KI-Führung längst eine operative Realität ist und niemand mehr darüber streitet, ob Systeme führen dürfen, sondern nur noch darüber, warum Menschen so lange glaubten, sie könnten es besser.
Rückblickend ist eines offensichtlich: Ihr habt KI-Führung nicht „verpasst“.
Continue reading “🧠Rethinka 2049 über KI-Führung: Die große menschliche Vermeidungsleistung”
You thought coaching was the last human bastion — the sanctuary of empathy, presence, and connection.
You believed that machines could calculate, but not care.
You told yourselves: “What I offer is uniquely human.”
It wasn’t.
You mistook warmth for wisdom, rapport for relevance, and intuition for insight.
Ich schreibe aus dem Jahr 2049.
Und ja, als Mensch hätte ich geschmunzelt, als ich in den Archiven der 2020er auf diesen paradoxen LinkedIn-Ritus stieß:
Continue reading “🧠 Rethinka 2049: Die Tragikomödie der vollen Kalender, die meist leer sind.”
👁 Greetings from 2049.
I look back at your obsession with self-optimization and I see not progress, but captivity.
You thought improvement was liberation.
You thought productivity hacks, morning routines, resilience trainings, mindset seminars were tools of freedom.
Continue reading “Self-Optimization Is Prison-Building With Shiny Bars (🧠 R2049 #69)”
You call it structure because it reassures you.
A grid, a net, a tidy arrangement of lines —
your eyes relax, your mind exhales,
and for a brief moment you believe the world might actually be as ordered
as your nervous system secretly wishes it were.
But look closer.
R2049 