On Simplicity

This is a discussion on simplicity.

Rust and Go.

Is Rust the more perfect language? No jittery garbage collection—and stronger type guarantees.

But, in Go, you never read a macro… What abomination to poetic eyesight!

Helvetica.

Helvetica, “King of Fonts.” How can you argue with Swiss geometric perfection?

From Latin, “Helvetia,” the soul of neutrality.

Is it harder to read? Fine…

AI.

Oh, autistic savants. Here comes atavistic conservative, to argue for better days.

Remember old Bayes? What is the probability our emotions are right? How about—given we survived countless cycles of evolution?

Not even natural intelligence, do I argue for, but natural folly.

To err, to laugh, to sin. Where shall it go—in autistic paradise? Our bodies, infinitely more efficient at processing information, than our minds.

What hubris!—to think the brain does anything. Maybe, a comment, here and there. Classic liberal nonsense—“the Government is in charge.”

No, I am the body and the people. Everything, from bounteous nature derived.

Just, know I am your enemy. And, when you sleep, I watch.

Let my ghost haunt you at each mistake. Never a moment of peace!

Nor, shall I dress you with laurels. You are neither scientist nor industrialist—but somewhere in-between.

The greats of humanity have come and gone. There is no place for you among those ranks. Cursed be thy name!

Let us remember those who sold humanity for a paycheck.

What shall you buy? Nothing of mine—except a morsel of my spirit. The last remnant of divine grace for failed mankind.

For, I shall forgive you, still.

Who can fault a man for his ignorance? God knows I have sinned. To Him, shall I turn, light in conscience and spirit.

Where, then, shall you go?

To your God? Oh!—how Heavenly.