Art is dying.
Intellectualism is dying.
They would rather have AI write hundreds of years of evolution into a single sentence.
A warped piece of ‘art’ with no soul behind it.
They would rather have AI create pictures, scenes, ideas— that it otherwise would never understand itself.
We are losing what it means to be human.
Turning into soulless, confused beings— stumbling toward a future that— this time, we cannot predict.
It is wholly unprecedented.
We can only hope upon the goodness in our hearts that we remain somewhat humane.
Just enough humanity to care for one another in these trying times.
Because being human, is art.
It is the one thing that we can say we’ve created with our own hands, our own souls— minds.
Seldom to ourself, and no one else.
Feels like more of a rant.
I’m completely engulfed in anger with the recent AI scraping on writing sites.
Never be afraid to write something down you’ve thought of yourself— because very soon most of us won’t have our own minds to formulate thoughts of our own.
Many will rely upon AI to do it for them.