Listen closely Sancho, these words I tell you are a spell. That is why we call it spelling. Every mystic knows that a spell must be cast correctly for magic to occur. It is the same with our words. While I have never really thought of myself as a spell caster, I suppose it is the duty of every modern Knights Errant to use spells to describe the mystical that we experience on our journey.
For spells pass on esoteric knowledge. That is what is written between the lines and is no fault of the author for it is where God speaks.
It is said that computers have recently learned to reason and speak. Some are afraid they may become super-enchanters, for all they create could not be created with a legion of men. I would have to disagree though. When a person speaks, although it is in story, it follows a progression of thought that makes the human mind expand and grow. This must come from a human mind to be helpful. If it came from a computer, it would lack compassion, and a little ingredient to life called Love. If a computer were to nurture a human mind the whole brain would likely turn square with 90 degree corners to every circuit.
We are outnumbered and out skilled as humans when it comes to enchanting others. Pretty soon an AI will make you laugh your pants off with no human intention behind it. To make someone laugh without love is manipulation in the highest. You are plucking the high strings of their soul, with selfish intentions. It will only be selfish when computers wrangle humans. For no one figured out love before they figured out AI so no one could program it in.
The easiest way that they will get you to manipulate others is by paying for your services. A person that is paid for casting spells is not motivated by their heart to do so. They are motivated by their hunger, desperation, or addictions, but not by their heart. The heart only gives when it is full. It only gives when it overfills, and it is not any less full the more it gives. So a writing given by heart can be distinguished.
As evidence let me present my great uncle’s story of Don Alfonso Quixote. The first half was written by Cervantes in 1605. It was told from the heart, was witty, clever, and enchanting. It was a best seller, but only half finished. After 10 years of royalties for his masterpiece, he released the second half and quite frankly it sucks.
It would have been better for Cervantes to leave my uncle in adventure. To tell more of the journeys and conquest he ventured and leave the end to a walk into the sunset. Cervantes was paid to finish the story. People wanted closure so he typed up some 15thcentury AI equivalent crap and slapped it onto the ass of his masterpiece. Just because my uncle returned home, relented of his insanity and died is inconsequential to the adventures he had in life. All have an end and may lose all including our wits, but our hearts, that love. It is eternal. It is the thing of masterpieces
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