They say nostalgia is the pain of an old wound. What do you call the pain of a wound that hasn’t come yet?
Especially if it’s being anticipated WAY prematurely. Someday, in the far future, this utopian/dystopian world might come to be. Probably will. But really, in reality, no time soon.
Let’s take the world of software. Has AI really conquered it? I see no evidence for that proposition. Where are the new killer apps? The new categories of computerized logic that serve a useful purpose and didn’t exist before? Where are all the software engineers collecting unemployment checks because they have been replaced by machines?
Let’s take every other field of human endeavor. Every year, the end is declared to be nigh by the end of the following one. Every year, the horizon recedes yet again.
The world always has a job for the guy waving a placard that warns about the coming oblivion, whether caused by atomic bombs, or AI, or lotus leaves, for that matter. It’s too bourgeois and boring to just keep keeping on. It’s much more romantic to gaze at the hills and predict the tragedy that soon will come.
Yes, emotionally I'm closer to your take than my post, but it's worth having written it. As I say, I have hope and reality - the ultimate wall - is yet to fold
Your contrasts, fascinated, watching my fingers elongate as I reach into the Black Hole as I stand at the event horizon, yet feel the crumbling of my perch as I try to reach better firmament, symbolizing the excitement and precarity of this moment. As I participate in the AI course I'm subscribed to, awed by the "this changes everything" refinements of agentic calls, I am in the world differently. Ordinary experiences form increasingly refined AI question loops formed from "new eyes" of an auyahuasca informed psychologist who has spent a career using EEG training to transformationally expand individual horizons across the entire range of human experience. Now we get to ask ever more refined questions to an expanding universe, eager to reply. Indeed, What Hath AI Wrought?
Your writing is usually great and this piece is no exception. However, I think some therapy might be in order…
Haha and then I will share this with my therapist and she, too, will need therapy and so on forever
I am happy to pay for a beautiful elegy but man, this was a real downer.
Just to compensate for the other one! If you didn't read it, it's quite the opposite
They say nostalgia is the pain of an old wound. What do you call the pain of a wound that hasn’t come yet?
Especially if it’s being anticipated WAY prematurely. Someday, in the far future, this utopian/dystopian world might come to be. Probably will. But really, in reality, no time soon.
Let’s take the world of software. Has AI really conquered it? I see no evidence for that proposition. Where are the new killer apps? The new categories of computerized logic that serve a useful purpose and didn’t exist before? Where are all the software engineers collecting unemployment checks because they have been replaced by machines?
Let’s take every other field of human endeavor. Every year, the end is declared to be nigh by the end of the following one. Every year, the horizon recedes yet again.
The world always has a job for the guy waving a placard that warns about the coming oblivion, whether caused by atomic bombs, or AI, or lotus leaves, for that matter. It’s too bourgeois and boring to just keep keeping on. It’s much more romantic to gaze at the hills and predict the tragedy that soon will come.
Oh well. Well written though!
Yes, emotionally I'm closer to your take than my post, but it's worth having written it. As I say, I have hope and reality - the ultimate wall - is yet to fold
Maybe it would be nice to be an aristocratic pigeon, and maybe we’ll find out soon.
Your contrasts, fascinated, watching my fingers elongate as I reach into the Black Hole as I stand at the event horizon, yet feel the crumbling of my perch as I try to reach better firmament, symbolizing the excitement and precarity of this moment. As I participate in the AI course I'm subscribed to, awed by the "this changes everything" refinements of agentic calls, I am in the world differently. Ordinary experiences form increasingly refined AI question loops formed from "new eyes" of an auyahuasca informed psychologist who has spent a career using EEG training to transformationally expand individual horizons across the entire range of human experience. Now we get to ask ever more refined questions to an expanding universe, eager to reply. Indeed, What Hath AI Wrought?