Perhaps

Perhaps not

could be moreso like the artist becoming art incarnate?

Right now, the idea of AI feels like jumping into a pit without knowing if there is water or spikes at the bottom.

In the best outcome, the only limit would be one's own imagination. We would just have to be careful of course, as the best things come out of tender loving care.

I gotta think a little more on this. Hehe

*edit*

I'm not speaking in favour of current AI as I feel it is far too disconnected from the "art" aspect of "artificial".

I have personally deemed this man "The King of Cosmic Jazz".

I honestly could not pick one track, so I'm just gonna upload this playlist and recommend putting it on shuffle. Haha!

Hope all you wonderful folk enjoy!

I have decided that is what I am going to call this phenomenon. It is a logical love that makes one realize on a deep-rooted level that "self" and "other" are one-&-the-same.

Light and dark are both necessary as light cannot exist without darkness, our corruption is what makes either of these ideas evil. Things are meant to fall apart just as they are meant to be fixed. I am now grateful for my falling apart into darkness, for I have now been given a torch to help others out of theirs.

Because of tending to the roots of my past, I now understand what I truly desire for my future; because of this my past and future are of one accord in the present. I am as both a student and a teacher; a wise ancient, and a yearning youth.

I have been given a paint brush, and a blank canvas; as for the pallete, that'll depend on the colour of my soul in the given moment.

Taking lessons from Valve on dealing with your bots I see.

Some interesting things have been happening to my entire sense-of-self and I wish to speak more on it soon, but I must somehow firstly make sense of the nonsense. Haha! I feel compelled to share out of care.

As long as the lower class stays divided, the higher class will never be subtracted.

Anybody that tells you that you need to separate yourself from another human instead of communicating is contributing to the unexistence of coexistence.

Love without logic is blind, for one who doesn't mind their heart will commit a hateful action in the name of love.

Me when the random guy on the street calls me a

"fucking faggot!":

(he was picking up on my aura)

It's funny to me how people outside of this site think Newgrounds is toxic when it's actually the most chill place I've ever resided. It's like a bar with regulars; sometimes people are assholes to each other, but in an endearing way. I love it here. <3

Instead turn your job into art.

The mark of a true creative mind is finding the art in things most would deem "mediocre".