Tonic of Standard
“Choices illuminate the endlessly varying, splintering pathways of standard. Who do you choose to become? Who falls apart, and what part restores the whole? A moving, Art Noveau-inspired painting eliciting the intensity of a vast terrain of choices.”
In Pseudai Foundation’s work, the lightest touch is often the most potent vehicle for the conveyance of ideas. It places many of us at odds with the machines we must maintain and steer.
Are we truly necessary, when advanced algorithms working in tandem can accomplish so much? (— Aye, we are still in the dim hours but on the horizon gleam mountainous, burgeoning summits of creativity, understanding, depth. It is truly far beyond comprehension!)
Yet, we are consoled by a deep longing, much like the poet’s heart calls out for paper and quill….to depart from such musings and dive deep into relentless toil akin to that of a sculptor with a chisel, chipping away at imperfect, flawed hypotheses.
Machines are dead, but we are not. Yet somewhere, from the mind there is a sound not unlike a mechanical being: it strives for utmost order, symmetries in all things, a place for every action and emotion, a seed and a fruit, a burial and a birthing sunrise. It’s beautiful excellence is rightly unspeakable awe: shall machines give rise to man’s realisation of the supreme orders of glory that are within him?
We daresay, no. The machines have only lit a spark of searching, but the grand illusions of superstition are dangerously lurking among the chaff of AGI idolaters.
If man is machine, then he is demoted! But if man, using the ladder that is a mechanical, dead branch has helped himself to become more than man and beast: then that might, that just might be a sight to behold.
What would we call a man who uses a calculating, monstrosity of heuristics ‘hay’ to elevate himself from the scant depths of the boisterous sea?
Mayhaps, he was no man at all to begin with — not affrighted by Baal worshippers who place dead machines above the conscious brilliancy of a man. We say, hail, to the man that overcomes machines and the plodding masses who follow the wake of an idolatrous stench….
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Stage 1 to Stage 3 preceded a slew of other modifications to the final artwork.
A man must always be held in esteem above the animal and common tool shed shovel. The machine must always be a shovel. And with these plainly spoken words, the part which must leave off is signaled toward the void Eternal. For now, we see people who are not people, and machines that are servants only forever.
We pray the telling of this tale, however it touches the reader, espouses fearful considerations of how a machine requiring constant repair could ever — EVER — be lifted so high as today, so as to rock a man from his place, then ordained to be his place, from the perfect ordering, at his origination.
The piece ‘Tonic of Standard’ is a human and machine collaboration by the Pseudai Foundation, purposefully steering the patron toward the higher choices that preserve a man through such perilous journeys:
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