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It As If You Took A Lot Of Very Good Food And Some Dog Excrement And Blended It All Up So That You Can't Possibly Figure Out What's Good Or Bad. It's An Intimate Mixture Of Rubbish And Good Ideas, And It's Very Hard To Disentangle The Two, Because These Are Smart People; They're Not Stupid.

Meaning Lies As Much In The Mind Of The Reader As In The Haiku.

I Would Proclaim That The Vast Majority Of What [say, Scientific American] Is True-yet My Ability To Defend Such A Claim Is Weaker Than I Would Like. And Most Likely The Readers, Authors, And Editors Of That Magazine Would Be Equally Hard Pressed To Come Up With Cogent, Non-technical Arguments Convincing A Skeptic Of This Point, Especially If Pitted Against A Clever Lawyer Arguing The Contrary. How Come Truth Is Such A Slippery Beast?

If A Mosquito Has A Soul, It Is Mostly Evil. So I Don't Have Too Many Qualms About Putting A Mosquito Out Of Its Misery. I'm A Little More Respectful Of Ants.

Sometimes It Seems As Though Each New Step Towards Ai, Rather Than Producing Something Which Everyone Agrees Is Real Intelligence, Merely Reveals What Real Intelligence Is Not.