The Strange Flavour Of Ai Work Is

I Am The Thought You Are Now Thinking.

The Proverbial German Phenomenon Of The Verb-at-the-end About Which Droll Tales Of Absentminded Professors Who Would Begin A Sentence, Ramble On For An Entire Lecture, And Then Finish Up By Rattling Off A String Of Verbs By Which Their Audience, For Whom The Stack Had Long Since Lost Its Coherence, Would Be Totally Nonplussed, Are Told, Is An Excellent Example Of Linguistic Recursion.

For 13 To Be Unlucky Would Require There To Be Some Kind Of Cosmic Intelligence That Counts Things That Humans Count And That Also Makes Certain Things Happen On Certain Dates Or In Certain Places According To Whether The Number 13 'is Involved' Or Not (whatever 'is Involved' Might Mean).

. . . All Meaning Comes From Analogies.

Perhaps The Problem Is The Seeming Need That People Have Of Making Black-and-white Cutoffs When It Comes To Certain Mysterious Phenomena, Such As Life And Consciousness. People Seem To Want There To Be An Absolute Threshold Between The Living And The Nonliving, And Between The Thinking And The "merely Mechanical," ... But The Onward March Of Science Seems To Force Us Ever More Clearly Into Accepting Intermediate Levels Of Such Properties.