I took the liberty of pasting it to chatgpt and asked it to write another paragraph in the same style:
Perhaps it is easier to sneer than to feel, to dull the edges of awe before it dares to wound you with longing. Cynicism is a tidy shelter: no drafts of hope, no risk of being moved. But it is also a small room, airless, where nothing grows. Somewhere beyond that glowing rectangle, the world is still doing its reckless, generous thing—colors insisting on being seen, sounds reaching out without permission, hands shaping meaning out of nothing. You could meet it again, if you chose, not as a judge but as a witness, and remember that wonder is not naïveté. It is courage, practiced quietly.
What I wanted to show is that, clearly different from a camera or other devices, AI can copy originality. OPs comment was pretty original in it's wording, and gpt came pretty close imo. It really wasn't meant as a low effort comment
'sides, I'm also neurocute af and feel acutely endangered by stuff that's effectively channeled: expressions which represent coherent agentic thought, yet are not bound to the volition of any individual embodied organism by regular personal accountability. If psychology is any indication, as non-augmented humans we're already not consciously aware of half our driving forces, and that's been trouble enough throughout history. How do you find it at all safe for the environment to broadcast Big Nobody's thoughts towards sentient beings?
AI is the linguistic instrument of those who cast away their capacity for bona fide verbal cognition as a condition of entering the hierarchy. They're a rather dangerous bunch, what with no beans to spill or marbles to lose. Subtle too, "somehow" got all normies working for 'em and usually not even knowing it till it's too late. Tell em I said hi!
Did you imagine yourself then, as your are now, hunched over a glowing rectangle. Demanding imperiously that the world share your contempt for the sublime. Share your jaundiced view of those that pour the whole of themselves into the act of creation, so that everyone might once again be graced with wonder anew.
I hope you can find a work of art that breaks you free of your resentment.