Category Archives: Poetry

Natural and Artificial Persons

So I did a deranged thing earlier this month, and wrote an alphabet verse about the Theology of Personhood and AI.  Some of you will love it and some of you will hate it, and some of you will just think it is too long!  But from a purely literary point of view, I’m pretty sure this is the best thing I’ve ever written (and probably the best thing I ever will write).  So I hope this gets shared widely enough that it finds its own audience:

Natural and Artificial Persons

I posted it earlier this month on Substack.  But this isn’t an announcement that I’m moving to Substack.  I don’t even know yet if there is going to be a second Substack post!  I know that serious thinkers, who want people to respect their AI takes, are expected to build their audience by writing 15 posts a week, and maybe also found a self-help movement or two to drive additional viral community engagment, but I don’t really have it in me to do that.  How about if you guys just do that stuff without me, and pretend I was involved?

At minimum, the posts more appropriate to my original set of topics will stay here at Undivided Looking.

The reason that I selected the name Undivided Looking (besides it being a rare enough word-pair to not match anything else on google search at the time), is because I believe that it is important to think about life from a unified perspective—notably including both scientific and religious topics—without compartmentalizing (at least not all the time).  But I’m not sure I’ve done a very good job with that.  Perhaps because I have a very high threshold for what topics make me motivated enough to actually sit down and type: in practice this blog has only captured only a very small fraction of the things I actually care about.  I tried to write about the most important things and I discovered that this was too narrow and constrained.  But it turns out I’m not manic enough to give you my perspective on the whole world, the way that perhaps I should have been doing all along.

When people talk about trying to reconstruct writers’ personalities using AI, that’s just total ridiculous nonsense.  There are several of my hobbies and interests, and lots of obvious facts that my family and friends know about me, that have never graced these pages.  That may be in part just my own limitations as a writer.  All I can say is that the verse I linked to above comes from my soul and not just my mind.  It feels like it took me 42 years to write it (that’s how old I am)—even though I finished editing it a fortnight after I wrote the first word.  I prepped 13 pages of handwritten notes to write a series of a dozen-or-so blog posts, and then I never looked at any of them and I never wrote any of the posts.  So don’t expect another piece like this one until I’m 84, I think that’s what I’m getting at here.  I’m certainly not making any claims about the quality of this post, this one is just because I had to write something and not just plop down a link without any explanation.

Also, happy All Saints Day, when we commemorate all the holy persons who have lived throughout history, including those known only to God.  Can a robot be holy?  I’m not going to answer that question here.  I’ll just say this: if they can’t tell that I’m speaking to them, then I’m not.

Idol Hours

Idol Hours

When you see the abomination
Standing where it should not be
The phone in your hand
Where prayer should be
Come out of her, my people
Put your phone down and talk to me
Be separate, be clean
And you will be sons and daughters to me
Not at the table, dears,
Not at the dinner table.

Peace Prayer

This prayer is on my mind today.  It is often wrongly attributed to St. Francis, but is clearly modern.

When something like this is repeated by enough different people, it can start to sound like a cliché, but none of these requests are trivial-minded!  The only real flaw with the structure is that it focusses on the word “me” far too often for a prayer that is supposed to be about “self-forgetting”.  Nevertheless, there is some real spiritual beauty here that is worth meditating on:

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me bring love.
Where there is offense, let me bring pardon.
Where there is discord, let me bring union.
Where there is error, let me bring truth.
Where there is doubt, let me bring faith.
Where there is despair, let me bring hope.
Where there is darkness, let me bring your light.
Where there is sadness, let me bring joy.

O Master, let me not seek as much
to be consoled as to console,
to be understood as to understand,
to be loved as to love,
for it is in giving that one receives,
it is in self-forgetting that one finds,
it is in pardoning that one is pardoned,
it is in dying that one is raised to eternal life.

Lord, may it be so!  And as every Eastern Orthodox priest recites during the liturgy: “Forgive those who hate us, and those that love us.”  Amen.

“The Glimmer”

 “The Glimmer”
by Aron C. Wall

We used to think it was about individual particles,
and that the measuring apparatus was the same as before.
Then the War began, and it became personal;
each of us needing to roll dice,
and consult the railway tables,
To see what new home could become our destination;
or whether, if we could stay, home would remain home.
Some of us—secretly, but entangled with the rest—
dropped the sun on our new-home’s enemies.
These histories decohere,
but you can still see the glimmer in each raindrop,
winking and saying:
“You won’t believe it,
not even if someone tells you,
but life is quantum, not classical.”

—Holy Saturday, 2017