Lex, do you know the Argentinian writer Jorge Luis borges? Is not AI the golem of humankind? <br><br>Have a taste <br><br>The golem<br><br><br>If (as the Greek affirmed in the Cratylus)<br>the name is archetype of the thing<br>in the letters of “rose” is the rose<br>and all the Nile in the word “Nile”.<br><br>And, made of consonants and vowels,<br>there'll be a terrible Name, which<br>guards in precise letters and syllables<br>the ciphered essence of God and the Omnipotence.<br><br><br>*<br><br><br>Adam and the stars knew it<br>in the garden. The corrosion of sin<br>(the qabalists say) has erased it,<br>And the generations have lost it.<br><br>The artifices and candor of man<br>are endless. We know there was a day<br>when God’s people were seeking the Name<br>in the solemn vigils of Jewry.<br><br>Not in the way of others where an obscure<br>shadow insinuates in the obscure history,<br>still young and alive is the memory<br>of Judah Loew, who was a rabbi in Prague.<br><br>Thirsting to know what God knows,<br>Judah Loew arranged permutations<br>of letters and complex variations<br>and finally pronounced the Name: the Key,<br><br>the Door, the Echo, the Guest and the Palace,<br>over a doll which with clumsy hands<br>he carved, to teach it the secrets<br>of the Letters, of Time and of Space.<br><br>The simulacrum lifted its sleepy<br>lids and saw forms and colors<br>it did not understand, and lost in sounds<br>it rehearsed fearful movements.<br><br>Gradually, it saw itself (as do we)<br>imprisoned in this sonorous web<br>of Before, After, Yesterday, Meanwhile, Now,<br>Right, Left, I, You, Those, Others.<br><br>(The qabalist who presided as numen<br>named the immense creature Golem;<br>these truths are given by Scholem,<br>in a learned part of his volume.)<br><br>The rabbi explained to it the universe<br>“This is my foot, this is yours, this the rope.”<br>And after years got the perverse creature<br>To sweep the synagogue, well or badly.<br><br>Perhaps twas an error in penmanship<br>or in pronouncing the Sacred Name,<br>for despite such avid enchantment,<br>the apprentice of man learned not to speak.<br><br>Its eyes, less of man than of dog,<br>and even less of dog than of thing,<br>followed the rabbi around the pallid<br>penumbra of the confining rooms.<br><br>Something abnormal and gross was in the Golem.<br>because the Rabbi’s cat at its passing<br>would hide. (This cat is not in Scholem,<br>But in the passing of time I divine it.)<br><br>Lifting filial hands to its God<br>it copied its own god's devotions;<br>or, stupid and smiling, it would bow<br>in concave oriental salaams.<br><br>The Rabbi observed it with tenderness<br>and with some horror. “How” (he asked)<br>“could I beget this sorry son<br>and abandon inaction, wherein sanity lies?”<br><br>“Why did I add to the infinite<br>series another symbol? Why to the vain<br>skein that winds in the eternal<br>did I give another cause, an effect, and grief?”<br><br>In the hour of anguish and lack of light,<br>his eyes on his Golem would rest.<br>Who will tell us the things God felt<br>when looking at his rabbi in Prague?,(reply>), Orgullo argentino! Thanks for the recommendation