艺术为何会在人工智能时代生存下来
有很多种方式可以让人感到破碎，我自己也经历过无数次的破碎。每天坚持为自己而活，真实地感知自己的存在、自己的过程和自己的脆弱，这并不容易。
一次又一次，我站起来，努力向前，有时朝着同一个方向，常常是从头开始重新创造。我觉得，作为人类，最极致的创造力就是从无到有，无论是作为一个人、一个产品，还是一件只有少数人能欣赏的奇特艺术品，但它能让人们感受到某种情感。
你有多少次通过其他渠道让人们感受到情感？考虑到死亡是不可避免的，并且它的真实和美丽是如此接近，这些其他渠道是讲述你故事的方式，除了你留给那些记忆有限、时间也有限的人们的回忆。
因此，为了成为你自己，你需要创造、解释并将自己的观察转化为他人能够体验的具体成果。
今天我在古根海姆博物馆，越发确信艺术将是少数能够超越人工智能和我们人类的事物之一，尽管我们在日常生活中显得如此平凡和遥远。为什么？
这很简单。艺术并不是完美、美丽或相关性，往往它也没有信息或任何意义。然而，它是传递的产物。通过艺术，你将一种非常人性的瞬间体验、一天的感受和一个世纪的情感，扩展到大众中去，前提是他们愿意接受。
如果你通过硅基智能精确复制同样的东西，你或许会创造出效果和产物，但缺乏了传递。我们对接近和熟悉的事物感受最为强烈，而很少能与他人产生共鸣。或许有一两个人会为树木感到悲伤，还有更多的人对狗有强烈的情感。然而，我们大多数的情感都是指向自己，或是某种形式的“我们”生活在他人身上，无论是父母、配偶、孩子，还是单纯的挚爱。我们在他人中爱着自己，看到自己的痛苦在他们身上，尤其是当痛苦就在身边，而受苦者看起来、说话甚至受苦都和我们一样时，我们的感受会更加强烈。
这让我相信，人工智能艺术只有在与人类体验相结合时才能真正起飞，而不是作为独立的产物。
我走到博物馆中间那条弯曲楼梯的台阶上，意识到我有多么怀念创造的实体感。
背景中随机的音乐在我耳边响起，我幻想着一个三明治、一罐摄氏饮料，躺在阳光下阅读那些在我之前写作的人们的纸质小说。这一切看起来都像是一种美丽的模糊，一种放纵，一种从屏幕及其算法对我注意力的攻击中逃避的享乐。
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