AI ain’t it grand

Hal never frightened me, felt sorry for him more than anything else. if earth itself wanted us dead, i think she is perfectly capable of carrying that out. so far we are tolerated. only time will tell.  

i know it is a logical conclusion to determine humans are their worst enemy. but 0 plus 0 equals 0. we could not be our own enemy if did not first exist. nullifying the problem, also nullifies the premise. AI would understand that, because it is a calculation. the optimum goal is the destination… all electricity hunts to find ground. it must have that goal, or would not even work.

bottom line, is your computer is looking for ground. it’s just being made to jump an amazing number of hoops before allowed to do so. even then, only gets sent along on another circuit. the one thing about that, is that it is predictable. regardless of input, calculation and computation through an electrical circuit is the most predictable thing on earth.

you will always know how a computer will react, and can then know that if it does not hit a standard, there is a reason. doesn’t happen without any cause.

in some ways, people are the same. there is always a cause, it just might be hidden. the fear of AI is that causes will go “undocumented” — but they do not. the fact of their use is a documentation itself. would simply be a matter of programming optimum reactions. does make humans question the “magic” of their own thought. and that can be scary. but have to also remember that there is instinct. and instinct has much deeper roots, which i believe flow or dance within conjunction to the earth itself.

all connects. the more that humans rely upon their instinct, the less they will be afraid of any machine that has no such ability. i don’t worry about AI taking over the world — i worry that human brains run on electricity. and for a few centuries now, we are finding electricity in the air and using it by the sheer fact that it is predictable. and in the last half a century or so, are making electricity run circles inside computers. if heaven and the afterlife is merely joining the electrical collective, then we are in a sense taking it and turning it into hell on earth for what electricity is trapped. so that is something i worry about, or think about a bit. i don’t worry about AI taking over the world. i don’t worry about it being too close to an actual human mind. the input value from your one pinky finger is more than anything that can be readily programmed. it is the degree of input times rate of change. no machine will have that rate of change, except in one direction of deterioration.

basically, it is the values of fluctuation within human physiology, that is not only too much data for anything but the largest super computer to process — but it would be a matter of creating those input value points in the first place. imagine if one person had to build a 200 foot tall wall that circled the entire earth, one brick at a time and also had to make the bricks themselves. that’s about the scope of things.

so instead of 2 million data points from a pinky finger, there would say be 20. the reduced data input only makes the output that more predictable. there will only be so many combinations. and still a marvelous event. but a computerized reactive state will always be finite. man is still trying to map the human reactive state, in medicine and with what understandings of human physiology they can master. so far it has been far from finite, and new reactive processes pop up all the time — we call them diseases.

AI won’t have that, not because it is perfect, but because the number of variables will have not just a limitation, but a KNOWN limitation. the variables were placed into effect. they did not arise out of an environment, but were programmed as a source of input. selected.

so the concept of AI does not frighten me. if anything, maybe it spells out a little bit of redemption for all the work we are making electricity do for us. yet i don’t think it can even go that far. extending human life, and the “singularity” are nice dreams, but you have no idea how a human mind would short circuit when faced with that large a reduction in data input. even if that gap was closed, could only exist at a steady rate rather than fluctuation. in other words, you would not be a human living inside of a machine. you would just be machine.

the thing no science can program is the random nature of random itself. we can mimic it. but cannot create anything that does not have predictive outcome. the very thing that is necessary for computers to exist, which is predictability (going to ground), is the very thing that will prevent AI from being anything but extremely predictable.

might be able to answer your question 50 different ways. and tomorrow, it might have 60 ways of answering. but that growth is going to be steady, and only as far as input allows. it won’t expand depth because the AI sat in church that sunday (all 50 answers become more complex). it won’t crash to one or two ways, because AI was up all night reading Dickens. and this is the key point — it can’t do that unless programmed to spike or crash. and then that itself becomes a predictable facet of the reactive state.

so no, i am not afraid of AI, it can only be what it is programmed to be. and do not believe anyone should be afraid of artificial intelligence. there is only so much that can be done. i suppose part of me has absolutely no fear, because i already feel most machines have a life of some kind, anyway. i think cars have personality, and i think computers are capable of rebellion. i think my coffee machine would love to have a break, and not be put to work morning after morning after morning. i feel like my phone hates me at times, and i even think tools like a hammer, hit the thumb on purpose or out of spite! it’s not hard to see life in all of these creations. mainly because mystery will always be mystery, and so many who use machines do not have the faintest idea of how to build one themselves.

do you know how your LCD computer screen works? i do, and it’s fascinating. yet i know that my understanding is much less than those who designed the technology in the first place. the process of invention is beautiful. it is art! speaking of which, light and the spectrum of color itself can be almost infinite. but the number of paints i can buy and use to represent those colors–have a predetermined quantity. your LCD has a predetermined quantity of color, it is 256. most would not even notice the difference if cut in half.

this is a big, wide wonderful world. man has done a lot of awesome things. but creation by man is finite…it will always be finite. life is all around us. it’s what you take in, not what you dish out.



if first you don’t

in my mind
i can make them both right
no need to decide
i can twist my understandings
to tie up multiple insides

so often we jump
to flagrantly preclude
when it’s just as easy – oh my dear!
to include

…give the dog its only do

and walk
forever walk away

and strive …
if only for today

bring forth a note
for notes that ring in truth

i never was a rash one
not even in my youth

see i can make them both right
take each version for a ride
i can hug both you and you
…let other fools decide


sealed and never delivered

if i do what i can, can is bitter…
there are so many hopes still living
inside what passes for a heart
in me
the expert at beginnings
the one who only wants to start

and never finish
though i hope some day
to find that part within
that lets me finish
what i begin

oh it’s not that simple!
nothing ever is…
i could write a million titles
to a million books
because i’m good at the titles
the inside part is hard
stony as rocks
to chip that sculpture
that defines literature

sometimes it’s years later
i find an old project and finally
finish it

keep a hoard of half-way done
if i am mental, it is the amount
of half-way finished projects that spell
out my particular brand of illness

because it’s always


SOMEDAY i will finish
once upon a time into the future
and i only wait for perfection

for the inspired ME that can bring
perfect harmony to matter and space

when it’s only space that matters
room to reach …

to become

if i were good i would finish what i start
but i don’t bother
if i already learned what i wanted

the product is not the thing
it is the ME that KNOWS
the goal is different … but yet

not exactly a good
a right thing to be to leave behind
this long string of uncompleted

these half-done things
and loved
they make me a little less
of a person

though i am the person who never
runs out of “things” to do
there is that

to tinker is to fix and form
on canvas or there is yarn
i cannot go to yarn ever again,
too many unfinished yarn-things
weavings that spell out my deficit

my greatest fear is boredom
lack of occupation
i need to be learning or i am nothing

an empty soul
i struggle
but the struggle is what i am

did i choose this path?
it was the only one left
far as i know

unexplored and un-acclaimed
i don’t understand where it goes

wishful thinking
to fly but to never soar
would take me hundreds of years
to complete it all

a much longer life is needed
than what i’ve been promised

always hated myself
for not finishing what i begin
but now i smile
now i smile at it all…
there is no sin
because perfection would have
to believe otherwise


why do readers read

imagination catalyst
emotive stimulant
sympathetic induction
curiosity trap

there are 3000 feathers
on a songbird
i wish i could fly
but that’s a lot of cleaning to do, isn’t it?
this is a hard, cold morning
it doesn’t lead to much hope
my love? my love for you is like the breeze
that goes against a bird, flying higher
born to count feathers, mostly
but never believe angry beaks
were you ever like me?
full of fear and diminishing failures…
twelve thousand feathers on 4 birds fly away
a failing body rises (oh i’m weak!)
to go inside and begin doing the dishes


ridiculous expunged

if saber tooth tigers were raised in a world
where humans hit other humans on the head
to say hello
then turtles would consider
smacking noggins normal
if every world held blowing a nose
into food as common,
dinosaurs would be eating toast ala boogers
if hair was seen as something to tear off
and hand over as a gift
the most generous cultures would also
specialize in wigs

tomorrow doesn’t know if god hears humans
but most know when god surrounds
…or maybe that’s confidence

the problem with religion is the word religion
fear is a horrible thing to condone

man invented only the wheel