I contemplate, on the one hand, the rise of Artificial Intelligence in a form which can mimic human writings and ideas, and, on the other, the just-announced death of the music legend Tina Turner. Our written words may be stolen, rearranged, mimicked, but at least the performing arts seem safe for now. How could anything artificial reproduce Tina in action?
Er ... famous last words? I don’t know, and perhaps can’t even imagine, what the future may produce.
Well, Tina is dead now and will never know. She gave us her best, she rocked our world, she gained universal respect. She broke free of subjection and abuse, to find a long, happy and private love; a blazing, brilliant career; a new home in a peaceful country.
May we all be inspired to find ourselves and live our truth!
when the Great Mother
gathers me in finally
may I be replete