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Artificial Intelligence
I am trying to get my head around and grasp this AI; it’s not working. While at my cardiologist recently, we had a discussion on AI. His son is a cellist and has played professionally for years.
He stated, “There are good things about AI.” He went on to say his son played cello two years ago in a recording studio in Kentucky. He played the first part of a symphony he wrote, had it recorded with AI, and AI finished the symphony. My doctor said it was musically perfect—no mistakes from any instrument. The only thing missing was passion; passion in music cannot be duplicated. The essence of music is to feel its energy radiate through your body. If it doesn’t, something is missing.
I’ve been experiencing a similar reaction to my short stories. My critics read the post, not the story, then break down each phrase and each word. Here is an example: my book. “If The Creek Don’t Rise There Will Be A Parade.” I know what the title means; AI doesn’t need to explain it to me. Pretty condescending. However no one reads the book. “Wow Wine Wednesdays,” a short post on a certain wine I like. AI explains “Wednesdays,” ‘the middle of the week break.’ No one mentioned the wine. This AI is erasing all the passion involved in writing. If AI critiqued “Old Man and the Sea,” it would say, “Old man, a male of old age,” and “seas,” a large body of water smaller than an ocean. Sure it makes me want to read the book.
AI, as far as I’m concerned, always misses the point. Although you can’t argue with the facts of AI, they will always be correct. My definition of AI. AI is a big windbag that states truths, never having an opinion on any discussion. It’s like that smart ass kid you grew up with who knew all the facts about baseball but couldn’t hit a ball or catch a ball. He may know the facts, but he will never know the feeling of running down a fly ball in the outfield on a warm summer afternoon while your teammates are cheering for you to catch the ball. AI has no feelings; it can’t register passion. In truth, you can’t explain something you never really experienced.
AI will never give me goose bumps, or that warm feeling when hearing the violin, how the strings be so soothing it will erase any depression. It will never give me the tingling sensation that’s engulfs my body when a soprano hits their high C in an aria.
Let’s break down Artifical Intelligence like AI would.
Artifical: an adjective which modifies a noun: made or produced by a human being rather than occurring naturally. In other words FAKE.
Intelligence: a noun the subject of the sentence: the ability to acquire knowledge and skill
To make logical chooses, to be able to solve problems, apply critical thinking and think in the abstract. In other words being able to THINK.
AI is really a phooey, its fake and it can’t think. Ergo an oxymoron.
Oxymoron: Greek, “Oxus” means sharp and “Moros means” foolish.