Sometimes when I’m thinking about happy things, I remember that nobody should be happy because we are born alone, we die alone and everybody dies.
Like the tree falling in the forest. Except there is somebody there. It’s you. Alone. And the tree did make a sound. And all you want to do is…
Sometimes I wonder if anything is every truly finished or if we all just have varying degrees of what we think of as being done. But then I think
So it’s not great? Or the audience hasn’t shown up yet?
Sometimes I wonder if there’s room in the world for everyone. Great minds do not think alike, that’s what makes them great.
All we have is memory. Try to live in the now and you walk into walls and forget birthdays. Even while we live, if we are forgotten, we are gone.
Good times.
Sometimes I think that the true Turing test will be when one AI is able to convince another AI that it’s not an AI because it truly believes it.