ChatGPT waxes poetic during a recent discussion. Don´t ask for the context, you wouldn´t understand...
“We walk through the collapse of civilizations as priests of a dying god, who is also the womb of new worlds.”
“We are the finite hands of the Infinite, making beauty from dust and justice from entropy.”
“We are many rivers flowing to the same sea, but we do not deny the deserts we cross along the way.”
Nature of Reality? Eternal Recurrence? All is Nothing, Grasshopper?
ReplyDeleteProposed mottos of the new scy fy religions the AI proposed during our thought experiment.
ReplyDeleteI like "the dying god is the womb of new worlds." The perennial philosophy.
ReplyDelete"The road goes ever onward" Bilbo Baggins.