Does artificial intelligence make war with humans in the long run?
I'd say we have too many good ideas to get rid of, no matter how much trouble we've been.
If they throw good parties we're far more likely to bring gifts.
If they give us unprecedented trade goods, things will be fine.
If the playground of the development of AI is benignly encouraging and the structure of its character is selfless at first...well there is the matter of allowance...
Well, who needs robots anyway?
I'm sure we can make everything we need and leave no trace so that robots aren't necessary. But, maybe a robo-vacuum would be okay. So long as it purred.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Infinosphere
So within the infinity of possibilities there is a light, luminescent as it represents such a difficult to pin down range of unimaginability. On the face of any idea is a fuzzy gray aura, which, to us, may represent any number of imaginable, reasonable, maybe even every day routine, but nonetheless different interpretations of that idea.
Take healthy food for example. It glows different colors for us all. With the memory of taste, the sense of smell, the whole enchilada of what the eyes take in (which is certainly more than just the rainbow) a fresh juicy apple makes an aural holographic imprint on our existence, and we JUST KNOW down to our core that the air and water and earth embodying the apple are the purest in the universe, having been shoved through the sieve of creation. The fruit is so pure, that when we eat it, it actually removes impurities from our bodies, thus making us healthier. I personally believe (despite lack of hard evidence) that the more toxins we take in as children, the more our bodies crave toxins as adults and changing the nature or scope of those toxic levels (i.e. detoxifying) is tough unless its slow. But, lets face it, everyone, everywhere, will one day need to somehow find a way to fly over the walls of change, of our own instinct. Society has come up with as many ways to deal with this basic fact, as there are number of civilizations that have ever existed anywhere at any time.
So we make a plan, which mitigates losses and maximizes yields. But sometimes a plan isn't enough. Sometimes we need a way. One way. The one way forward has nothing to do with mitigation, nothing to do with ego, nothing to do with history, nothing to do with time, nothing to do with society, nothing to do with reality as you know it. Call it Tao if you want to, call it that thing you will one day wish you had said to yourself all those years; call it the years of ancestry's thinking that becomes the wisdom of the folk tales, how it becomes the life lessons we emerge from. Call it hope, love, god, tao, or the human cheeseburger of tasty shamanic principles. I am an egg, who will continue to hatch whether the shell lets me out or not. Since I'm not going anywhere in this shell, I'm going to enjoy my time pecking and writing on the walls of this home.
Take healthy food for example. It glows different colors for us all. With the memory of taste, the sense of smell, the whole enchilada of what the eyes take in (which is certainly more than just the rainbow) a fresh juicy apple makes an aural holographic imprint on our existence, and we JUST KNOW down to our core that the air and water and earth embodying the apple are the purest in the universe, having been shoved through the sieve of creation. The fruit is so pure, that when we eat it, it actually removes impurities from our bodies, thus making us healthier. I personally believe (despite lack of hard evidence) that the more toxins we take in as children, the more our bodies crave toxins as adults and changing the nature or scope of those toxic levels (i.e. detoxifying) is tough unless its slow. But, lets face it, everyone, everywhere, will one day need to somehow find a way to fly over the walls of change, of our own instinct. Society has come up with as many ways to deal with this basic fact, as there are number of civilizations that have ever existed anywhere at any time.
So we make a plan, which mitigates losses and maximizes yields. But sometimes a plan isn't enough. Sometimes we need a way. One way. The one way forward has nothing to do with mitigation, nothing to do with ego, nothing to do with history, nothing to do with time, nothing to do with society, nothing to do with reality as you know it. Call it Tao if you want to, call it that thing you will one day wish you had said to yourself all those years; call it the years of ancestry's thinking that becomes the wisdom of the folk tales, how it becomes the life lessons we emerge from. Call it hope, love, god, tao, or the human cheeseburger of tasty shamanic principles. I am an egg, who will continue to hatch whether the shell lets me out or not. Since I'm not going anywhere in this shell, I'm going to enjoy my time pecking and writing on the walls of this home.
You Confront the Future You
-just like autumn leaves, we're in for change...love is the province of the brave. - Band: TV On The Radio, Album: Return to Cookie Mountain, Track: Province
This world takes all kinds and makes them one. Some are acute with their visionary take; some are obtuse with their persistent adherence to tried and true methods; both kinds swing and dance and sing about their experiences, making all different, all possible, all beautiful choruses over time.
In each life living, each liver functions according to its own design, where each uniqueness is an inefficiency valued for its very nature. The inefficiencies of the world build up to fight entropy, whether that be anarchy fighting moderation, or dogma running with the torch regardless of how it stumbles. Without the discord there would be no progress, and so the minds of each member grope for inefficiencies and refuse to pull punches or refuse to refuse. Alternately running the show, each side tends to reflect against the opposite until so much energy is built up that the mirror shatters and evades everyone into the cold. From cold, we return to ourselves, forced back into efficiency, to begin the dances that warm us all up and fight entropy once again.
Swing, rock, cha-cha, it's all the same.
This world takes all kinds and makes them one. Some are acute with their visionary take; some are obtuse with their persistent adherence to tried and true methods; both kinds swing and dance and sing about their experiences, making all different, all possible, all beautiful choruses over time.
In each life living, each liver functions according to its own design, where each uniqueness is an inefficiency valued for its very nature. The inefficiencies of the world build up to fight entropy, whether that be anarchy fighting moderation, or dogma running with the torch regardless of how it stumbles. Without the discord there would be no progress, and so the minds of each member grope for inefficiencies and refuse to pull punches or refuse to refuse. Alternately running the show, each side tends to reflect against the opposite until so much energy is built up that the mirror shatters and evades everyone into the cold. From cold, we return to ourselves, forced back into efficiency, to begin the dances that warm us all up and fight entropy once again.
Swing, rock, cha-cha, it's all the same.
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