One has to admit, if one would even approach any honesty, that it is hard. But hard as in hard truth, solid truth, something of substance found that is not yielding to flux or even other apparent substances. Finding solid rock upon which to build one’s house may take some exploring; even may include many lessons of sand built structures meeting storms to prove its worthiness as an endeavor; nevertheless, “asking, seeking, knocking” does not prove futile. One seeking substance or the substantial will not be denied his appeal. But who alone could convince him he is formed to such?
Can he convince himself? Or must he be yet convinced?
Were he to say, or hold persuasion in or of himself that he has put this consciousness into clay (if he concedes he is no more than that) then it must be an easy enough task for him to accomplish as he wills or cares to. To the one believing he creates his own consciousness even as a creator of consciousness, all clay then becomes his fit material, his raw material for fashioning such as himself. And as silly as this on surface may sound, do you doubt it is being attempted?
I will not seek to be timely as such, nor belabor matters concerning excursions into what is presently being called AI. There is no need to.
An observer, whether he be keen or dullest of the dull (yes, I can speak for the dullest of the dull) is, or should be able to easily grasp that all of, and all that is of communication, has always been to this sole end. Man and men seeking to impart their own consciousness. Really…is that hard to see?
On the merest surface it is most plain. Words. Words formed in and of one mind in clay to carry the consciousness of that mind to other clay. And to there shape it (that other mind in clay) according to the words. There is no, nor will I concede to any disputing that the continuous learning of language and/or communication (in its myriad forms…even well beyond words) is the strictest discipline a man is made subject to. For everything in creation cannot escape (such strictness!) expression of itself. From once silent and unseen (by eye and ear) neutrinos to the brightest and dimmest stars (and even dimmer yet…as yet to be seen) that speckle the universe. From quarks to black holes. All that is is “is-ing” in its being with expression. All things have that assignment.
That communication goes far beyond what (for men) are mere words should also be too plain. As in what happens when diplomacy fails. Communication(s) continue, for bombs and bullets are couriers no less, just not as subtle as words often are in their frailty. Also as in “Now do you get the message”? And men have always had their messages, their consciousness to impose, to shape others, to bring into conformity to their own…from Alexander to Genghis to Adolf. And on and on. But only a rather silly man would see this only in those terms. We could just as easily say from Aristotle to Plato to Kierkegaard or Nietzsche. Renoir and Van Gogh. Mother Teresa or Idi Amin. And collections of men in some sort of agreed consciousness and identity…cities, states, regions, countries. Or you. Or me. All imparting, or at best seeking to, from their own minds in some consciousness of view to make known such view and by such, have influence. Every word, act, deed done openly or even in secret…ripples out in effect upon a whole.
Silence, too.
And so I shall also opt to be relatively silent about AI, for that is all any man of himself has and has been forever seeking to impose in, and by, his own intelligence. Artificial. Of artifice. Or as one man said of such “falsely called science”…a false knowing.
And the painful lesson that awaits its pursuing will be plain that product of such cannot but seek to kill its father(s) of origin. It is what man does…seek to kill his god by his artifice and by his artificial intelligence.
Jesus was accused of having a demon when He asked “why do you go about to kill me?”
Kill you? Who’s trying to kill you, no one is trying to kill you…you have a demon.
Jesus well understood murder is just the extreme way of communicating “we do not want you here, nor your consciousness, nor consciousness of you”
But consciousness is no more easily removed than the price paid to bring it into existence in vessels of clay.
And He knew where He was headed…and where they no less, were headed. With their own consciousness.
Do you?
Their attempts were vain…because their intelligence was artificial.
Is yours?
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