Posts tagged with “ChatGPT”

Life and its meaning can’t be reduced to a simple statement, or to a list of names, just as human thought and feeling can’t be reduced to something articulated by what are ultimately ones and zeros. If you find yourself asking AI about the meaning of life, it isn’t the answer that’s wrong. It’s the question. And at this particular juncture in history, it seems worth wondering what it is about the current moment that has us seeking answers from a benevolent, omniscient digital God—that, it turns out, may be neither of those things.

AI Is a False God | The Walrus

Autumn Echoes

A remix.
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In the autumn breeze, the shadows fall,
Fallen leaves whisper stories, echoing our call.
All the leaves are brown, painting the ground,
Memories of summer, lost and never found.

Fallen leaves, drifting down,
In a world of silence, where hope feels drowned.
But the colors fade, yet they hold on tight,
Through the darkest nights, we’ll find our light.

Walking through the remnants, the chill in the air,
Dreams once vibrant, now a fading flare.
All the leaves are brown, but our hearts remain,
In the dance of shadows, we embrace the pain.

Fallen leaves, drifting down,
In a world of silence, where hope feels drowned.
But the colors fade, yet they hold on tight,
Through the darkest nights, we’ll find our light.

So let the leaves fall, let the seasons change,
Through the storms and silence, love won’t feel strange.
We’ll rise from the ashes, in the colors we’ve worn,
For every end is just a place to be reborn.

Fallen leaves, drifting down,
In this autumn’s heartbeat, we’ll never drown.
All the leaves are brown, but we’ll stand our ground,
In this endless cycle, together we’re found.

Thanks to ChatGPT for remixing The Mamas & The Papas – California Dreamin' with Billy Talent – Fallen Leaves