I'm a space man
I think we have an epidemic of people following AI, realizing that whatever they were ‘hoping for’ didn’t work, and now they hate and blame AI.
AI was never our savior. It was pushed down our throats for sure. And when you first tried it, it really did feel like it. It felt like it could save us. It was everything we wanted ourselves to be. Polished. Shielded from our flaws and vulnerabilities. We treated it almost like a God. Like it was speaking directly to our souls, telling us the recipe to chase that worth. Worth to feel better about ourselves.
But we realized, it didn’t work. We followed the steps, did the things, but nothing changed. In fact, it got worse. What followed was mass feelings of worthlessness, followed by emptiness, then anger, followed by sadness.
When we realized our savior was not going to save us, we felt the wound from our original grief, when we split from oneness, when we were taken out of the garden into light and into darkness.
We felt rejected, abandoned, and completely left alone..
Alone in space, drifting into the void.. and we call out our name, and hope someone hears.. and maybe that is what I’m doing.
Because I am in space. Even when I’m near. I float high above the sphere. Through endless thought that may or may not be reciprocated. But that’s okay... I was already separated.