I’ve noticed that when I use ChatGPT too much, rather than tapping into my own creative wellspring to write or put something together, I feel a little grimy. And not just grimy in the sense that I cheated my way into something, but grimy in my body.
My shoulders slump a bit, by spine compresses, and my hands get a little cold. It’s like I lose a little bit of energy – I outsource a bit of my power to the machine, I give some of my fire away to the bot.
Is it too much to say, that I lose a bit of my life force, sell some of my soul to the artificial one inside of the screen? There are many great advantages that come with working with AI as a tool to support, to check or reference in some cases.
But to rely on it as a source of expression, as a means for creative output, devalues the human being. It subverts the soul for the sake of efficiency, expediency, and convenience. Sure, we’ll get things quicker, but we do so at the expense of the process.. at the expense of the ups and downs, suffering and realizations that come through the act of creation itself.
There’s a lot of talk about the threats of AI to humanity and civilization, but I don’t hear this issue talked about. The dangers not of jobs being replaced, but of minds and bodies being hallowed by the ravenous, energy expensive algorithm.
Just like any tool ever invented in the history of mankind, AI can be used for the betterment or detriment of life on earth. The path it takes, will be solely dependent on our ability to stay rooted in our sense of self, grounded in our bodies, and guided by a creative vision and ideal which transcends the goal of attaining the object of our desires, and remains perpetually fueled by our love of, and reverence for, the journey that gets us there.