Thoughts about AI

I can't help but be unsettled by this emerging epic of AI. I mourn for all of humanity and for my own sad soul. I mourn for that which is already unmoored and for everything homeless and forgotten. We stand on the precipice of a great evil. We might simply call it the loss of the soul. I'm not speaking of something vague or metaphysical. I'm speaking about the loss of connection to the moment of being, the only place any human has ever found true power, sustenance and humility. What AI brings upon us is a monumental acceleration of the closure of the moment, its conversion into endless strings of virtual implements that are never quite able to make contact with anything real. In fact, the whole notion of reality has become obsolete. For reality has always been a product of the imagination, produced by nothing less than the imagination's falling through the sharp cracks of the moment.

Be careful of the power you wish for that comes from anywhere else than falling. Be careful as you walk through the desert, hoping to hitch a ride with anyone whose car isn't filled with smoke, whose breath doesn't smell of whiskey and whose car seats aren't torn and stained from years of falling. Be careful of that clean ride into the future and all its glittering distractions and its promises of false power, comfort and self-importance. For it may just be a ride into an everlasting emptiness.