Now, this guy (Pedro Domingos, 2014) worships DATA, and he
believes something wonderful and unimaginable can be born from that sea, with
the help of that Master Algorithm.
The sea is over there.
And growing fast.
Now, as nothing but a biological homo
sapiens, with his fallible and ridiculous and finite existence, I say, jump
into the sea, adrift in the sea, perish in the sea, with no hope of ever reaching the fucking shore.
So, you see, I am saying, each one of us, is
a collector, of his own. Trust your taste. You don’t have to be infinite to
enjoy this fucking finite life. One day, soon, the Master will surely laugh at
you, and your meagre collection. But it’s fucking okay.
I can accept that.
