the titanic is satan
the satan ship
the thing
icebergs galore
I hate
the satanization of nature
the ideological objectificaton
which I don’t like because it’s so damn lame
A 21 minute ambient journey on a ship.
Titanic challenges upon us. Icebergs galore.
Humankind seems to teeter between hubris and paranoia: the hubris of our ever-growing power contrasts with the paranoia that we’re permanently and increasingly under threat. At the zenith we realise we have to come down again… we know that we have more than we deserve or can defend, so we become nervous. Somebody, something is going to take it all from us: that is the dread of the wealthy. Paranoia leads to defensiveness, and we all end up in the trenches facing each other across the mud.
Does the machine intelligence produce a point of view independent of its makers or its viewers? Or are we – human and machine – ultimately co-creating new and unexpected meanings?
Brian Eno
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