It‘s character that gets to heaven, not knowledge. Knowledge might know the way there even, but only character can attain the height of being, by doing, not just by knowing. Be right, do right, lets there be light. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
Of Work
DON’T SURRENDER IT ALL TO AI
The primary aim of artistic expression is inner clarification of self, as well as personal spiritual development. The secondary aim is communication and sharing of ideas, which in any case always happens automatically as a by-product.
If you outsource all your artistic creativity to Artificial Intelligence, then, yes, finished works of a certain mould will be generated, but your spirit will not grow. And the purpose of your earthlife – the very purpose of life itself – will not be fulfilled. This lies alone in the continuous development of your “I” through self-exertion, self-clarification and the constant effort towards pure and accurate self-expression of intuition via thought into word and deed.
AI will produce works that resemble beauty, but will lead to the atrophy and death of the human spirit – unless you critically interrogate those works and then correct, reject or surmount them with your own personal effort, your own intuiting and reasoning. Don’t surrender to AI. Learn it but remain above it. Artificial Intelligence will make you look good, make you feel good, but only you can become better by yourself, by your own effort. The ancient rule is still the same, there is no short cut to success.
It is very imperative, in this era of artificial intelligence, for each person to remain personally creative, as well as spiritually and intellectually active and independent. Make the effort to think your own thoughts through to the end, and formulate and write them down by yourself. Compose, rehearse and record your own music. Make your own art. Draw the inspiration not just from others, but also, like before, from within the fathomless depths of your immortal spirit. Spend time in the silence of your heart, listening to your inner voice, hearing yourself by yourself and not from the programmed algorithm of an AI companion’s voice.
And also continue to do as many things with your hands as possible. Build. Make. Write. Go out into the world. Use your physical muscles, use your brain muscles, use your heart muscles, use your soul and use your spirit. And also, PATRONISE THOSE WHO DO SO, THOSE WHO STILL PRODUCE BY THE EFFORT OF HUMAN CREATIVITY. When you do this, you are not doing them a favour, but you are doing yourself and humanity and our future a SERVICE!
This is the only way they will grow. This is the only way we will grow. This is how we survived as a species over millions of years. This is how we got here. By the agency of Natural personal Human Intelligence. WE have always been the ones evolving, the ones plumbing our own depths, the ones developing. Thus: Woe betide us today if we now, tempted by convenience, hand that task now over to a self-programming and self-learning artificial algorithm we fashioned. Like the Zauberlehrling who can no longer deactivate or control the witchcraft he awakened. We would thereby have marked the beginning of the end of the story of the human spirit on Earth.
We are the generation that must tame the beast we have created, and ensure that it remains a servant and never becomes the cold lifeless master of our destiny, literally and figuratively. AI is wonderful for sourcing and collating information, and sorting and delivering it coherently. It is also marvellous at generating alternative versions of expressive output. But it cannot see the light. It cannot produce that individual unique recognition that can only come from deep within you. And it cannot produce the NEW, a truly new and different future. It can only regurgitate and re-permutate the past.
The production of Newness is still the purview and the task of the living and active human spirit. Let AI not be our last invention. Let us continue to bestir ourselves to intuit, imagine, innovate and invent even greater creations in the future, greater and higher than AI, and which also come from us – or through us. For WE are human spirit.
Retain your primary art-form in your hands. Don’t outsource it in the name of comfort, or vanity, or convenience, or competition, or materialism. Save and continue to develop that which is most valuable to us – our spirit. Let art, intuition and inspired thinking continue to be tools for personal inner growth through the joy of effort.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
GOLD’S LOW STANDARDS
Who decided that gold is the standard? Why do we think it is so valuable? A shiny metal. Can we eat it? Yet we bombard Humankind with unkind mined metal unable To nourish spirit or body or soul or even mind - But greed needs a rampart for greed is blind And money is the mockery of the honest grind. Silver and gold have brought sorrow untold To the timid and the bold, the young and the old, Warm-blooded and cold-hearted who all departed Without a dust of gold from the path they started Upon, seeking value in materialism’s charms And losing their value in materialism’s arms’ Creeping stranglehold that grins and harms. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
SLOWNESS AND SPEED
Many times tomorrow comes today If you finish today’s task early; Many times yesterday returns today If you finished it prematurely; They rhyme and seen to be the same thing But will each result in a different ending. It’s a fine line between slowness and speed; Knowing the difference between need and greed; To capture and move like eyes when they read; Quickness must follow, Thoroughness must lead; The path from intuition, through thought, to deed; Only through fulfilment can you be freed. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
FULFILMENT: THE CYCLE OF OPTIONS
What you can’t do, say. What you can’t say, write. What you can’t write, say. What you can’t say, do. What you can’t do, make. Or make happen. Or just say. What you can’t say, write. What you can’t write,… JUST FIND A WAY. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
INNER SPIRIT
It‘s not the outer age, It‘s the inner Spirit and Sage That determines superiority. It’s neither youth nor ignorance But lack of humility That determines inferiority. We are not of sand and dust We are spirit and immortal ghost Marching towards eternity. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
OPPORTUNITY
Good Morning Opportunity, In what ever form or person you cross my path today May I have the strength and clarity To recognise, appreciate, take, keep and use you, I pray. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
PASSING RIFFS
Little moments of life In the corners of strife Little stripes of light Hidden out of sight Hope is a melody, a song Where we all belong Sing along, old and young. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
YOUR HEART IS A CUP
You will daily be given enough strength To grapple with the challenges of the day. Do you know that if you in focus don’t relent, You can have many days in just one day? How wonderful is God. WHAT is He indeed? For Creation, His Work, is full of unfailing Magic - Your harvest is ALWAYS the product of your seed. Thus, to live without high drive and light-purpose is tragic. There is a river, do you see it, or sense it? We are always walking beside it. Our heart is a cup. To water your flowers, you may draw water from it; But if you stop watering your flowers, your river dries up. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
THE OTHER CLAIRVOYANCE
Those who prepare See the future Preparation is clairvoyance Imagination is sight That’s why we call it vision Damn right Avoidance of annoyance How far into the future do you see? The next weekend? The next holiday? The next dopamine high? Pleasure alley. The next relationship? The next play? The next argument? The next promotion? The next opportunity? The time’s ever rife. The next idea? Expansion of vision. Old age? The next life? Eternity? How far into the future do you see? What are you preparing for? Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
