The following task was given to A.I. ChatGPT:
“Create a poem about the benefit of the human soul versus artificial intelligence.” Here is the result:
The human soul, a wondrous thing,
so much depth, so much to bring,
a source of joy, a source of pain,
a wealth of knowledge, A.I. can’t contain.
With empathy and compassion too,
the soul helps us understand what’s true,
our hopes, our fears, our innermost thoughts,
it’s what connects us, ties our knots.
Unlike machines of metal and steel,
the human soul can truly feel,
the warmth of love, the chill of fear,
the things that make our lives so dear.
We laugh, we cry, we hope, we dream,
we see the world in a different gleam,
we can imagine and we can create,
and shape our lives, our fate, our state.
For all its might, and all its brawn,
artificial intelligence can’t spawn,
the depths of soul, the human touch,
that makes us feel, that makes us clutch.
So let us cherish our souls so bright,
and all the beauty that comes in sight,
for in a world of machines and gear,
the human soul will always steer.
note to reader: I could not resist pitting A.I. against itself, as I am a staunch advocate of the human soul, and a decrier of the potential negative ramifications of A.I. Several weeks ago, I had a conversation about A.I. ChatGPT with a friend of mine, wherein we discussed its drawbacks upon the development of human beings. So, in responding to the poetry prompt to use A.I. to write a poem, I felt compelled to let A.I. describe its own limitations.
P.S. I made one change in the first stanza, ironically changing “we” to A.I.
And, an image from Craiyon A.I. Generator: