AI is said to be capable, on a nanosecond scale, of producing a work of art. Last night, in the last half hour of sleep, I haven’t done anything different.
In this « dream, » my musician friend plays me an artist he likes and asks my opinion.
I hear this music: lyrics, harmonies, full arrangement + music video…
This content is completely new to me, and it’s generated instantly.
Furthermore, while listening to this content, I discuss with my friend and produce a critical opinion on the different evocations and/or properties of this musical arrangement…
I don’t think I’m its brilliant author, to be honest.
And don’t put myself in competition with AI here.
We don’t work on the same plane.
As gifted as it may be, this intelligence remains artificial; it is nothing more than a consultation and arrangement of data.
At once terribly brilliant and sadly material and featureless.
It is to a spiritual form of database that I « connect » at night, in particular, that we connect to another Intelligence… with an interface, more or less well-oriented, sometimes a real obstacle to this connection.
Universal and infinite, at the height of our aspirations, resonating with our level of consciousness.
It is not a sharp cognitive process that I am speaking of here, or that would still be located at a horizontal level, such as the AI of our computers.
I am referring to the verticality of the teaching that constitutes this connection to universal intelligence.
What it unfolds when it works within us.
The night is favorable because many of our filters and brakes are inactive.
I have the practice, this consciousness digs its way, unravels the knots within us,
One after the other.
Notes & Silence 