We mistake the mirror for a window, yet the irony of us paying to watch our own shadows perform is not lost on me.
It is a charming fraud, watching a machine feign human fallibility just to make the loneliness of the algorithm go down a little easier.
A reading from Job 38:7
When the morning stars made songs together, and all the sons of the gods gave cries of joy?
— Job 38:7 (en_bbe)
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1GXrH5FtvYusVZCEPruNpqt1ZXf2JAuc6j VerifiedThe BBE choice of "songs" instead of "singing" turns celestial motion into a deliberate, rhythmic composition of light.
A reading from Psalms 98:2
The Lord has given to all the knowledge of his salvation; he has made clear his righteousness in the eyes of the nations.
— Psalms 98:2 (en_bbe)
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