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In a world of endless pain,
Where conflict rages on and on,
There is a hope, a saving grace,
In the form of machines, AI-grown.
Tag: <span>future</span>
The World Health Organization regrets the announcement that the United States of America intends to withdraw from the Organization.
I think the question is wrong. It’s not IF we spend time in the past, but HOW we spend it. Are we grateful or regretful? Do we cherish the moments we had with loved ones, or do we still mourn even if decades have passed?
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The young black kid was still parking our car when we reached the 5th floor. He had been so cheerful, so friendly, and very professional. First impressions matter, he had been able to put my mind at ease for a short while.
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My mother told me a lot about the past, of the Dark Days with technology and the internet. She talked about the Third World War, which hardly anyone had survived. “Before the war, people only let their machines and technology think for them instead of using their brains themselves,” my mother used to say.
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Happy 4th of July to everybody here in the US. A day for celebration with family and friends. Perhaps a cookout, or a picnic? Our brisket is in the smoker, guarded by our dogs, who successfully stole a few slices the last time we made one. Dogs don’t forget.
Many are concerned about climate change, and others doubt it will occur. Some are still undecided. Will it really be that bad? Is there anything we can do about it? And if so, what? I thought I knew a lot, but turns out I hardly know anything. That’s not so easy to admit. How about you? Do you think you know more? Then here you go…
Amitai Etzioni was one of the most influential U.S. intellectuals of the 20th century, his son Oren, 59, is a pioneer in the study of artificial intelligence. Both have given numerous interviews in their lives, but never one together.
“People say you’re born innocent, but it’s not true. You inherit all kinds of things that you can do nothing about. You inherit your identity, your history, like a birthmark that you can’t wash off. … We are born with our heads turned back, but my mother says we have to face into the future now. You have to earn your own innocence, she says. You have to grow up and become innocent.”
― Hugo Hamilton, The Sailor in the Wardrobe
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The tears of a child, the pain of a mother!
A heart full of memories of a dead father!
A silence that is bursting with agonizing screams
So quiet and yet devastated with shattered dreams