I’m writing this weekend for the first time in a verrry long time and thought it would be good to give myself a low-key pep talk by reminding myself I have written good, interesting things that people have liked, like this: https://t.co/uno8UjH9Y8
This is a reminder that we live on a planet where lightning turns sand into glass, dolphins give each other names, the ocean glows in the dark, and rain has a scent before it falls. You stand here with a beating heart, a steady moon above, and a world quietly, absurdly beautiful.
I used to skim read people’s posts for typos so I could be a bit smug, now I search for them with desperation & hope. It’s like I’m living in a post apocalyptic world searching for the last human survivors. Yes I know that, in time, AI will start incorporating errors but…not yet
Artificial intelligences do not undergo experiences, do not possess a body, do not feel joy or pain, do not mature through relationships, and do not know from within what love, work, friendship or responsibility mean. Nor do they have a moral conscience, since they do not judge good and evil, grasp the ultimate meaning of situations, or bear responsibility for consequences. They may imitate or even simulate, but they do not understand what they produce, for they lack the affective, relational, and spiritual perspective through which human beings grow in wisdom. #MagnificaHumanitas
there was something beautiful about library checkout cards because you could literally see the history of human curiosity attached to a book. like a tiny ghost trail of strangers connected by the same story.