It's funny I started to play with an A.I article-generator before starting this. I thought, surely an A.I. article-writer will do a much better job at writing a blog post than I?
So I signed up for this app Writesonic (which doesn't make sense as a name now that I think of it), and I availed myself of their free trial of 2,500 words. It was odd to see a trial measured in words rather than time. I input the title "Raising your vibration", which was in fact, the topic that I had in mind to write about today, and hit enter to see how the A.I. tool would improve upon this, based on a metric of optimal clickbaitability I assume. It instantaneously returned with the title "How to raise your vibration and unleash the power of manifestation", along with two other similar title options.
I clicked "Continue", as there didn't yet seem to be the possibility to send the A.I. back to the drawing board on the basis of lack of originality and/or cheesiness, and also because, well screw it, why not? I had 2,489 remaining words burning a hole in my pocket. The A.I returned three options for introductory paragraphs "Everything is vibration. Everything around vibrates, even our very being." "In the modern world we are all inundated with information and constant stimulation. It is so difficult to find stillness and to connect with our soul."..
The three introductory paragraphs were such a set of cliches and anodyne observations that it made me laugh and also kind of shiver to read them. It was also something of a relief. And so I clicked "Continue" again and moved onto the outline "1. Meditate 2. Take some time for yourself 3. Switch off technology 4. Walk in nature." I don't remember the rest, Yoga? Walk in nature? Something so trite that I have immediately forgotten as all of the ideas are fungible tokens in some kind of Pinterest "Clean Girl" or "That Girl" aesthetic.
This is beautiful in fact. I mean, I'm sure that the A.I. generated article is actually incredible. The technology is amazing, it generated something with very few mistakes. In fact it instantaneously generated an article that could easily have been shared by a high-school friend on Facebook as some sort of "life changing" read that had been written by an actual human.
However, it's beautiful that I chose the topic that I did because the "artificial" nature of the intelligence was really evident. On the topic of vibration, materiality, on being a messy, processual being in this mortal coil, seeking to refine itself, the A.I. predictably failed. It missed that indefinable spark, that sheer intensity of lived experience and the kind of searing hope that can only emerge through dark nights of the soul.
In a way, I would have liked to have found something that could write exactly how I would like to write, but better. I could then turn the process of writing into a a lifestyle habit of glorified proof-reading and wait for the day that A.I. could also raise my vibration for me. I'd work in Starbucks-esque locations with a fabulous manicure, and take zoom calls with advertising agencies about how to promote furniture collections based around my apartment tours and Pinterest collections. I could turn writing into a lifestyle, rather than the soul-wrenching and anxiety-inducing process that it is.
Each article that I generated until my 2,500 words seemed to have a definite structure and a conclusion. And I guess that this is kind to the reader, and perhaps even preferable for them. For you, Dear Reader.
But I hate the mundanity of it with every fibre of my being, with the same intensity of aversion that I hold for Anglosaxon cinema--so formulaic, so uninspired, so suffused with beigeness and predictable resolutions and safeness.
That's not how I want to write.
I have written a little here so far, just documenting my experience with Prolon, though so far these are just chicken-scratchings and half-baked thoughts that need to actually be written out. This entry in fact, is the first real entry. I wanted to write it about the beginning of my journey, about what, in fact, motivated me to start with Prolon. In other words, I did, in fact, want to write about raising my vibration.
Instead I find myself writing about writing. This feels oddly a propos. The piece here is a statement of intent that will not be proof-read or finessed. I want my writing here to be precisely the opposite of an A.I. generated piece. I want to write in a way that no A.I. can. And I want to write. That fact is hitting me in waves, and this unedited stream of consciousness is somehow a witness to or product of that internal decision. I want to write with love, with fury, with despair and with joy. I want to write with all of the blistering intensity of a spiritual being having a human experience.
This little dalliance with A.I. has been something of a catalyst. It was so good, and so instantaneous. It could have been written by a human. That's the kind of shit people write and get paid for. I stand and salute the A.I. as a better writer than many professional writers, and I strive to achieve nothing more than to be the writer that A.I. can never be.
I look forward to the story unfolding. Until the next instalment...
Much love,
KA