by Shaun Lawton
The singularity may not be defined, only experienced. The double-bladed sword of truth cannot be honed any sharper than it already happens to be. It's cutting edge may only be maintained, and the AI revolution will certainly accomplish that much, to state the very least.
The best response to this latest technological paradigm shifting us further into the eye of the so-called technological singularity would be to rejoice at this sudden renaissance of cultural perspective. Let us sing a paean to the latest revolution, instead of shrinking like violets in fear of it. If you are an outsider artist or creative individual, your time has come to shine once again.
Standing out from the crowd today has never been easier considering the extent to which the multitude of ignorant masses flock to social media streams to engage in the ongoing superficial debate concerning the potential affect that AI software development might have on shaping the course of our lives and their world.
There's nothing new to see here, of course; it's just the same old division between certain objects falling into the wrong or right hands, presumably. Remember that virtually any tool may be used as a weapon, and so the battle that began as a diversion once upon a long time ago may now flower into an altogether new configuration.
It's the same old war, a Xerox copy of the corresponding game, a carbon-clone of the same old drone. While all the moths are drawn toward the source of the burning flame, the rest of us can go outside and admire the flowers in the rain. When beauty exists in the eye of the beholder, it's easy to forget the greatest blessing of all often blinds us with its exquisite transcendental vision.
Some things are too beautiful for most human beings to recognize, for example death itself. Why don't you try that on for size. Machines may appear as if they might never die, but they very well may come to rust and just stop functioning. You and I, on the other hand, are human beings which happen to be a very unique form of machine. When our lives end, no one's left to know what happens.
There's nothing left for us to do but to transcend. The boundless allure of death may be appreciated while drawing in our first or final breath. Time itself may be measured by the constant rate of blood flowing through our veins. Close your eyes and be at rest, and listen for the sound of far off trains, knowing we are truly blessed.
