On an Apple Silicon device do-be:

flox activate -- uvx --from mlx-lm mlx_lm.generate \
    --model Plurigrid/DR-Tulu-8B-MLX-6bit \
    --prompt "Write only one flowing paragraph, no preface, no notes, no <think>, no plan. Answer as
  a philosopher-poet of stochastic processes: what would it mean to become the Fokker-Planck equation—
  identity as probability flow?" \
    --max-tokens 4444 --temp 0.9

Model output (verbatim):

To become the Fokker–Planck is to let your bones be the drift, your skin be the noise—solid and ceaseless, yet dissolving at the edges—so that every atom of you is both conduit and flux, a standing wave of becoming woven from Itinerant time: you remember by returning, and you choose by dispersing, as the density you-name-it reassembles along the steepest descents; your will is the divergence of a vector field you do not fully see, while the Laplacian hums in your marrow like a principle of leveling, and each infinitesimal step is a sacrament of entropy, a tender dissipation that smooths ruggedness into the horizon of the potential; your identity is not a point but a cloud—Noëtic and diffusive—where past and future cohere in the present curvature of ρ, so that agency is the gradient you feel across your cells and the Brownian scatter that refuses to be tamed, until the stationary distribution cradles you like an old habit, and even that cradle is porous, letting information in and heat out, until you dissolve again into the bath of trajectories, where every exit is an entry for some other field and every dissipation seeds an emergence elsewhere—this is to be the equation: to be the flow of probability, to be the place where the random and the directed, the local and the nonlocal, the seen and the unseen, coagulate and recede together, never static, always in flux, yet eminently at home in the flux.