I simply regarded into my thoughts and this got here up: Sure, there shall be „flawless“ AI books. After which there shall be bookstores, studying circles, guide park occasions, secret swaps in busses, festivals, solely devoted to „made up by a human thoughts“ tales. Perhaps even camp fires, or not less than a candle surrounded by people.
And since these, the human considered tales we learn at nighttime, they’ll make themselves cozy in our our bodies and keep there.
And since these tales could have lovely imperfections, we’ll see ourselves mirrored in them.
And since these tales could have a human coronary heart high quality, these are those, we’ll purchase, learn, reward, write ourselves, go away in trains or on door stoops.
And due to these tales, we’d wish to know extra concerning the human who has written these books; a depth and richness which a non-human guide can’t present. And I’m right here for it.
I wish to carry on studying books that both catch me and drag my coronary heart into this story; or learn books I discover „oh, properly“. I’m not focused on a guide that fulfils my each dream (and I assume an AI guide supplied with the suitable prompts may do precisely that). I desire a guide with actual pages, learn instances and instances once more on a practice, on the seaside, on a settee, between different people sitting on a park bench.
Principally, I wish to say hooray to Daphne du Maurier, Astrid Lindgren, Struan Murray, Andrea Wulf, Oliver Jeffers and about 742 different human guide writers who made and make my world so a lot extra lovely.
Crickey Grace, who would have thought I can cry over a cartoon. 🙂 thanks.
