~~~~~~~~~~Transcript From My Diary~~~~~~~~~~~
With all this AI stuff, I think I have come to a realization. The people who truly don’t care if art or music is AI generated are people who don’t have a true appreciation or reverence for human labor.
These people don’t care if what they see or hear, consume, is fake; all they care about is a product, a product to mindlessly consume. These people have an ever-hungering maw in the pit of their souls that will never be sated. They don’t want to feel deeply; they don’t want to feel at all. They want to escape the very question we were placed here to answer: What does it mean to be human? They surrender themselves to the never ending cycle of work-consume-work-consume without having the desire to put their oar against the current and paddle to the shore of intention, lest they strain their muscles with foreign and uncomfortable effort. They have no desire to improve themselves or add to their relationships; they consume bits of people’s souls the same way they consume content- mindlessly, with no desire to add, only to numb their emptiness. They don’t help others paddle out of the maelstrom, but chastise them for not letting the current pull them under alongside them, the idea of wanting a life full of meaning and intention utterly fathomless.
I feel sorrow for these kinds of people, and anger when they grab my boat to pull it in the water with them. I gladly shove them off, but offer a hand to be pulled out. It’s beautiful here, to live intentionally. To let the whimsy and vibrancy in and seek out joy like a human should.
