Chat GPT

ChatGPT is very capable of predicting the next word. It is not intelligent, skillful, aware, or HAS understanding.

The prompt you provide starts ChatGPTs’ answer.

This answer is not thoughtful, not contemplative, but is merely a cascade of words whose order and placement are predictive, presented through a running score of what word should be next.

When the order produces a poor answer, as reviewed by you, a re-prompt will cause ChatGPT to generate a new answer from a different predictive score. You will rinse and repeat till an answer is generated that is useful to you.

ChatGPT had not learned anything like a human does, it merely has improved its underlining score chart that will now be used in the future.

ChatGPT has the appearance of being creative when all it is is predictive.

In its predictiveness it is taking the best of what it means to be skilled, replacing it with a poor facsimile, and leaving the human with, not even the crumbs of creativity, but the mundane activities of quality control, review, and fine-tuning the question without ever being creative.

Be it woodworking, sewing, machining, or coding, the act of creativity, of production is 80% work, 20% review (yes these are made-up numbers, but not far from the truth).

An interesting thing about the 80% work is that it often puts a person into the zone. This creative Zone is where you, in the Here and Now, are pushing yourself into the future for what you are about to do and pushing yourself into the past for what you have already done. Unlike a machine milling a device or ChayGPT writing code, there is no future or past for it, it is only here and now with the predictive.

With a human, the act of creativity expands their perception and their capacity into the past and the future such that they are more than their present self, they are more than just now. This is the zone and it is this Zone that enables us to do the 20% of review well because we’ve already had the 80% of creativity. Imagine the poor soul who is stuck in 100% review, 100% managing an AI and never getting to create. ChatGPT has the illusion of doing creative, and to the untrained eye the art looks better, the music sounds nicer, and the code runs well, but it is just a predictive illusion. How destructive of the human soul that now never gets to create.

This is today, this is music, this is art, this is storytelling. Imagine you being conditioned by an AI that is predicting the next thing that you will like and slowly changing your trajectory in life and opinion based upon a hidden algorithm to make you compliant.

ChatGPT

The Question.

Write a poem in praise of the resurrected Christ in the style of the King James Bible.

The Answer

Hark! Let us gather, brethren, to sing
Of the wondrous tale that forever rings,
A story of grace, divine and bright,
Of the resurrected Christ, our eternal light.

From Bethlehem’s manger, a humble birth,
Came forth the Savior, God’s own worth,
In flesh and blood, He dwelt with men,
To save us from sin’s relentless den.

He walked the earth, a man of grace,
With healing touch and love’s embrace,
The blind received sight, the dead arose,
Such power in His name, He clearly shows.

But the darkest hour, the cruelest night,
The Lamb of God, betrayed by spite,
His body crucified, upon a cross,
Yet death could not bind Him, to our loss.

Three days hence, in glorious might,
The stone rolled away, revealing the light,
Behold! The tomb stands empty, bare,
For Christ, triumphant, conquered despair.

From death’s cold grip, He did arise,
A victor o’er darkness, a hope that defies,
His radiant glory, like the morning sun,
Proclaims redemption, for everyone.

O resurrected Christ, our blessed Lord,
The Scriptures foretold, the prophets adored,
We lift our voices, with hearts aglow,
In praise and worship, Your love we show.

With joyous alleluias, we proclaim,
Your triumph over death, Your holy name,
For through Your resurrection, we are free,
To live forever in eternal glee.

So let us gather, brethren, and sing,
Of the risen Savior, our eternal King,
With fervent hearts, our souls set alight,
We exalt the Christ, in brilliant light.