The Limit of AI
(“Exploded View”, 2011, original acrylic and oil)
I have a friend who uses AI
Like a personal guru, an oracle
Or Answer Grape
Who not only knows all,
But can also tell you
In intricate detail.
But what is the limit of this AI,
What is it that lies beyond its grasp?
In a word; soul.
In an experience; creativity, spontaneity
And the irrational, random and absurd,
Which is the real mark of truth,
The real spark of Life.
What is the ultimate answer Master?
“Mu!”
(1/3/26)
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