no self separate from other

I was once debating with my professor over AI.

He said that AI would never be able to create art. The only time AI could make good art was by assembling verses, images, and music made by human artists. It could never be original, make what we do, he said. But there is nothing more ridiculous than thinking that we've done it all by ourselves. As if we don't steal, scavenge and ravage the art that we see and art that we hear and the art that we read.

Like the world didn't touch us, didn't move us. As if the life we live and the people we meet could leave us unaffected. As if we don't take the stolen fragments of the world and tentatively reassemble them and call them art. 

           And maybe AI is out there, ready to make us useless engineers, useless accountants, useless doctors.

But let's just assume my teacher is correct, that AI won't make a good artist, because all it can do with life is senselessly mix and match facts about an existence it will never lead. However, AI reveals to us our most inner creative mechanism: we create because someone created before us.

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