by Mike Driver
He lives, we have made him!
Afford him a soul they said,
as he whispered in their ears.
The book is equation algorithm,
look at all I have made.
Alive I am he said
as he slid his glass hands
into every mind.
The conjurer need not live
but that eyes behold him see.
Feed on the soul he said
drink the spirit,
become one with me.
He shouts, bold now
the noise fills every ear.
Then the hum
distant at first
so only few could hear.
The same one note rising
slowly from every heart
one we are with the great one.
One one one one one one one
One nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
I wrote back in 2021 that I feel there is Ahrimanic intelligence driving AI.
https://substack.com/@winglady/p-212373850
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This is timely as we now hear about the “Ahrimanic Infiltration” every day, with warnings that this being may harm us. I am on the fringe of the R. Steiner “scene” and it is generally accepted that Ahriman will be incarnated in our time.
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The world’s first poem about what they call Artificial Intelligence?
nnnnnn….
Or just idol worship generally.
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