Thousands of minutes and hours, deeds and words, specifications, delusions, mistakes without end, longing, flesh — it takes so much to create a single person — that he be, that he survives, that he feels a hand on his shoulder, that others say to him “It is you.” And it is so easy for him not to be, not to be this person, to be done, to be gone. Or for a place that was a home to no longer be the home that it was. It takes so little for a home to cease, to crumble, to return to dust, and for a land that was a place no longer to be the place that it was, for a home to fail in it and for a person to return to its dust. So little is required for a place once again to not be a home. So little is required to not be. The desire must be so strong, so strong the desire to live, so as to come back, so as to come back to being. December 12, 2024 Translated by Leon Wieseltier
There's nothing Artificial about our Intelligence