Mindless simulations of human thought processes will only take you so far. It is not “intelligence,” artificial or otherwise. It’s an imitation.
Nowhere is that more obviously seen than in the arts. And yes, translation is an art. If you can read enough Spanish to get by in Cervantes, you soon realize that no translation into English has ever quite done him justice.
Dig Google’s computer “translation” of the Simon & Garfunkel classic, The Sounds of Silence. Because a robot has no mind, and can only do whatever it’s been programmed to do, and is bound to be even more of a doofus than the programmer, what comes out here is pretty close to pure gibberish.
Gee, I can hardly wait till they translate the Declaration of Independence.
Fah! Enough of the nooze! Time for something clean and sane.
Do you sing to your cat? I do; and I have better luck with it than the woman in this video. My cats like it when I sing to them. It’s only when I play the harmonica that they run away. In this they are totally unfair. My harmonica-playing is much better than my singing.
Last night Robbie joined me as I was doing dishes, and looked up at me with an air of expectancy. So I sang what has turned out to be her favorite song: “I am Iraq,” Sung to the tune of the old Simon and Garfunkel song, “I am a Rock.”
I am Iraq! I am an Iiiiiiireland!
And Iraq feels no pain. And Ireland never cries…
I could tell she liked it because she didn’t run away and hide.
Remember the old Simon & Garfunkel song, The Sound of Silence? “And the people bowed and prayed to a neon god they made…”
Idol worship, forbidden by the first two of God’s Ten Commandments, has been with us for a long time, and still us. We’ve gone beyond quaint Philistine fish gods like Dagon. Our idols are bigger, bolder: Science and the state–both of them the works of human hands.
These are the deities of those who reject Christ, Son of God the Father. This is why leftists seek to write laws governing every aspect of human behavior. Putting themselves on God’s throne, as it were, they struggle with the ordeal of trying to live up to their own presumed omnipotence. All those things they blame God for not doing, because (they say) He does not exist–abolishing war and poverty and disease, even uprooting such rootless intangibles as “hate” and this or that ism, even to controlling “climate”–they now have to do! Because they do exist, and they derive their right to rule over us from their claim to be able, if only they are given enough power and clout, to do all those things that God couldn’t do and create a paradise on earth.
You could almost feel sorry for them. Almost, but not quite.
When you try to do everything, you usually end up doing nothing. If globalists got out more often, they might understand that. Because their wealth insulates them, personally, from the often hideous results of their failed public policies, they just keep on cranking them out. Science and the state, their own creations, keep telling them they’re doing the right thing. One more bunch of regulations, and they’ve got it! But they’re really only just talking to themselves, and don’t know it.
Poor Dagon. When in the presence of the Ark of God the Lord, he fell off his pedestal and broke in pieces (I Samuel 5). Sooner or later, such is the fate of all idols.
No matter how many laws their worshipers write to prop them up.