I am not sure if I understand, or agree, with this obsession with understanding. Our world is structured in such a way that anything can instantly be understood - or so they allude. Understanding is a seamless experiences of searching for something online, receiving a neat package that seemingly without any trouble explain the chaotic with such precision that we do not have to lend our brain to think. Thinking has been outsourced ...
Why would you trouble yourself with reading a book, an article, or anything more than a few lines when you can just go online and ask the gods of AI to give you instant feedback. It lies with conviction, and people cannot seem to understand this facet. Yet we have been so blinded by our obsession, addiction, to understand that we ceased the most important part: the training, the repetition, the struggle, the sweat, the grinding...
It is funny; I look at my own life. When I read a book, I go online to find explanations. When I watch a movie, almost instantly afterwards I ask YouTube what the ending meant. What are the minute details I missed. I do not have the luxury of time to watch the movie a 100 times, so I seek a video online in which I can spend 5 minutes understanding every strange detail that would have taken hours, days, weeks. I want the instant gratification of knowing, now, instantly.
But the strange part is that with all of the knowledge-base instantly at the fingertips, I have lost the will and the need to remember. Maybe this is the absolute tradeoff: when you outsource thinking, you remember nothing.
I am my memories, but now I am but a hollow vessel that contain nothing but the desire to know instantly without the gravity of knowing.
More and more, I feel like I am drowning in the world of AI writing, and my brain is having less capacity to remember. This post was written by me, in the AI world, trying to recapture that allure of creating without the constant background fodder of nonsense. The photographs are also my own, taken with my Nikon D300.
