Dear Algorithm,

I have no idea what I’m doing. But you do. Notwithstanding statistical anomalies and a slight margin of error.

Look at the clouds in the sky. You might recognise the stratus and cumulus. But, you can’t see the timid blue with brave orange flourishes that I experience.

This unique display, never before seen, and never to appear again, can never be predicted in all its beautiful complexity.

Simple to observe and experience. Impossible to know.

Your models can guess what I will do. But I am one with the clouds, and you will never know me.

Love,

Human