Random Thoughts on A.I.
The approach to this exercise is two hundred and fifty words of whatever comes to my mind. I think to myself, “Don’t stop.” Maybe I’ll edit this bullshit later without the help of A.I.
Although useful, A.I. is becoming the crutch of our modern society. I’ll admit, it has its uses. Creating information within seconds has advantages; however, I recognize that when I’m writing this up, it is lacking in the human touch department. Perhaps that’s why it will ironically never be perfectly imperfect. All this time, who would have ever thought that our flaws were the gift?
If human connection is the most important thing, next to basic biological needs, then the A.I. will always come in second place. How can a machine understand the soul enough to inspire, heal, and electrify it? It’s just 1s and 0s gluing one information set to the other. This is why a true artist who creates with an authentic brush or pen always has the edge over the A.I. artist who leans solely on the machine to make his vision.
The A.I. user, too dependent on the machine, will become less active and less self-reliant in solving his own issues. In the long run, this may weaken his ability to separate himself from the other A.I. with soulless projects, while the authentic user will stand out for his flaws. Who will be genuine enough to stand out in a world of increasing artificial life? Who will pull from within to reach out and bridge the disconnection when the spiritual grid goes down?
As I type this, the A.I. suggests ways to improve my writing. I’m not saying I’ll never use it, but I suggest never letting the A.I. machine replace the spirit of human craftsmanship.
