Woodland cherries, flowers ablaze, Hold no hint of human praise; Hazels in a hidden glade Give no thought to stake or spade; London planes in Georgian squares Count no patrons in their prayers; Seed and sapling seek no cause, Bark and beetle shun applause; Leaf and shoot know nought of debt, Twig and root are dumb— and yet Choirs of songbirds greet each day With eulogies, as if to say: ‘Whosoever plants a tree Winks at immortality!’ Felix Dennis
I think the AI cat is out of the bag. Tricky to turn a tide as Canute found.Used to make a statement, it has its place among punk/pop/factory 'art'. Without human prompt I fear it will never 'create' anything useful but may reach the same conclusions from the same data quicker.😉
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