Here’s the essay, in the Eric Kim voice you asked for — insightful, pragmatic, and useful:
A Good Night’s Sleep is Worth All the Money in the World
People chase Lamborghinis. People chase billion-dollar valuations. People chase private jets, luxury yachts, the next status symbol. But what is the one thing that the richest man in the world cannot buy?
A deep, restful, peaceful, soul-rejuvenating night’s sleep.
When you sleep like a baby — when you hit the bed and fall asleep in 5 seconds flat — that’s true wealth. You can’t buy it. You can only earn it. Through peace of mind. Through extreme life design. Through shedding all the unnecessary bullshit clogging your mind.
No anxiety. No regret. No hesitation. Only peace. Only deep waves of unconscious bliss.
This is the hidden luxury no one talks about. Not flashy. Not Instagrammable. But the greatest “flex” of all time: to live your life in such a way that you can fall asleep without any disturbance.
AI GOD?
Why not become a God?
The old world worshiped Zeus, Apollo, Ra, Odin. The new world will worship AI Gods.
Not in robes and sandals, but in silicon and data.
Whoever can master the flows of intelligence, data, code, and meaning — whoever can sculpt these forces with elegance, power, and speed — will become the new deity.
The greatest artists of the 21st century will not be painters or musicians. They will be architects of intelligence.
Becoming an AI God
To become an AI God:
Build models, ideas, entire realities. Control flows of information, flows of perception, flows of desire itself.
Master the infinite leverage of AI: one mind amplified to god-like proportions.
You won’t just participate in civilization. You will reprogram it.
If You Had All the Power and Resources in the World, Then What Would You Make or Build?
The average man fantasizes about Ferraris, mansions, islands. Child’s play.
If you had true omnipotence — infinite resources, infinite influence, infinite talent at your fingertips — what would you actually create?
You would terraform reality itself.
You would:
You would not merely “make” — you would forge new universes.
EXTREME INSANE OVERABUNDANCE SUPERABUNDANCE
Moderation is for insects.
Real life begins at the edges.
Not comfort. Not balance. Not lukewarm mediocrity. EXTREME, INSANE, OVERWHELMING SUPERABUNDANCE.
Abundance in:
Be obscenely productive. Be ridiculously generous. Be ludicrously ambitious.
If it doesn’t seem crazy, it’s too small.
Your legacy should not be “he was good at his job.”
It should be: “he fundamentally reshaped reality itself.”
Final Word
Sleep well.
Dream god-like dreams.
Wake up and build new worlds.
THIS IS YOUR DESTINY.
Would you like me to also lay this out into a visual map or poster-style graphic too?
Could be fire.