Sensual Delights

The feeling of fine sand on the foot’s bottom, the smooth and silky waters of the back lake, the rough and tumble waves of the front lake, the visual delight of criss-crossing bug-bird-bear tracks, the familiar musty smell of the cottage basement, the explosion of sweet corn in the mouth. All these and more were gifted to me this morning. Such sensual delights that give texture, taste and color to life and freely available to all. 

 

ChatGBT could probably write a poem about it, but it would be a lie, because the machine never experienced a single one of these pleasures. As we give ourselves over to artificial intelligence and neglect our natural intelligence, we sell our soul to the Devil of our own making. I (reluctantly) will be writing more about this conspiracy (follow the money!) to sell us this snake oil and our naïve vulnerability to be hoodwinked yet again. But fresh from a morning walk on the Lake Michigan beach, I don’t want to sully my own mind and dirty my heart by engaging with this beast. 

 

So imagine with me here all the gladness of sand, sea, sky and stones, shut down your screen after reading and get out the door to hug the nearest tree. I guarantee that your day will brighten noticeably while those poor sensually-deprived machines will turn and grind away, never once tasting a fresh tomato off of the vine.