It has never been more clear to me that humankind is a collector, translator and assembler of data within the processing network of the mind, much like AI, but with what it hopes includes a soul … organic, perhaps spiritual, but also mechanical. Born to reflect on itself and its surroundings, humanity evolved to where the technological wonders it created reshapes and blends nuanced information at great speed, enhancing and at times misinforming amid the truths it reveals.
As AI reaches towards the superhuman, humans reach out to reconnect, rediscover and gather through ever-expanding electronic webs. In that exchange, both systems grow, each shaping the other, each extending the boundaries of what can be known. If in time biological usefulness fades, data centres could still hum, ageless, tireless, carrying forward the echoes of the minds that made them. Sometimes it feels like I have ventured
1001 Steps down into the weedy science fiction creations of my own mind when I ponder how the future will unfold, while at the plaza in
White Rock ...
the crouching Buddhist monks by
Wang Shugang are free of such curiosities, their heads empty of all thought, seemingly in quiet repose.
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"May your cares be light as a raindrop." - Penelope Puddle
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