Hallucinations

In a conversation with a volunteer reader at my school yesterday, the topic of AI came up:

“Have you heard about AI hallucinations?” she asked.

“No, I haven’t,” I confessed. “I’ve only noticed that in Google searches, the AI overview sometimes carries the disclaimer that ‘AI is experimental.'”

The volunteer, a lawyer, went on share examples of these “hallucinations,” false and misleading information caused, in short, by systems’ inability to interpret data correctly. A marathon runner on the West Coast looking for the “nearest race” was told Philadelphia. Medical information backed by completely fabricated references. “It’s estimated that AI is accurate around 75% of the time,” said the volunteer.

“That’s not such a great stat,” I replied.

“No, it’s not,” she went on, “especially for companies that are all about using AI to create informational documents to share with the public.”

I knew, while she was still speaking, that I’d do a little reading on the topic. I found the experiment of asking ChatGTP about the world record for crossing the English Channel entirely on foot producing a very confident-sound response, including a person’s name and a date. I learned that researchers testing AI’s accuracy by feeding it nonexistent pheneomena got back impressive but completely false responses, so believable that researchers then had to do their own research (i.,e., the old-timey way) to verify the inaccuracy. Professor Ethan Mollick of Wharton, a leading researcher studying the effects of artificial intelligence on work, entrepreneurship, and education, has called ChatGPT an “omniscient, eager-to-please intern who sometimes lies to you.” I also learned that some chatbots have had to be shut down for spewing racist ideology (my unscientific understanding: it pulled this out of what it was programmed to draw from). Perhaps most haunting: When some researchers push back on AI, or “call it out” for its falsehoods, it insists its information is right, creating further falsehoods to prove it.

Sounds like some people I know.

Heaven knows I haven’t time or energy to go into all that…

In summation: Life itself is experimental.

Filter wisely.

“An Ornament of an Hallucination.” William O’Brien. CC BY-NC-SA.

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Sources:

The Hilarious and Horrifying Hallucinations of AI” – (a word of caution against the comparison to schizophrenia)
Hallucination (artificial intelligence) – Wikipedia
Ethan Mollick profile, Wharton School, University of Pennsylvania

my thanks to Two Writing Teachers for the weekly Slice of Life Story Challenge… a writing community in which we learn from and support one another.

Spiritual Journey: Blossoming

On the first day of May, Carol Varsalona offered the theme of “blossoming” to our group of Spiritual Journey Thursday writers. Carol’s husband passed away at the beginning of April. She writes in her post: “When I signed up to host the Spiritual Journey, I felt blossoming would be an appropriate theme for May since it connotes a renewal, a new beginning, and personal growth. I did not think that I would face the sudden death of my husband and go through a period of grief.” She dedicates this month’s post to his memory, along with a beautiful poem about him; you can read about her spiritual journey here.

Carol is one of the people who aways inspires me to see and savor the beauty of nature. Whenever I read her blog, it’s like taking a rest stop in a flower-filled garden, where one can breathe the fragrance deep and be strengthened for the journey. In her present loss, she writes of May flowers coming along to remind us of renewal and resilience.

To me the blossoming flowers are a metaphor for faith itself. The beauty of the earth pointing us back to the Creator, in a world that buffets us with fear, uncertainty, sadness, brokenness, rage, and loss. The peace and healing our human hearts desperately long for will never be found on this path. “All the world’s a rage,” to put a twist on a Shakespearean line. An ever-maturing faith is able to cut a path through anxiety, blame, and fear with which the world deliberately keeps distracting and demeaning us, where some of the worst pain is inflicted by those we care about most. As the saying goes: Hurt people hurt people. Faith does not retaliate. It withstands. It endures. It continues to bloom, and its fragrance beckons others to carve a better path through the the world’s dense, thorn-filled forest, to the inner garden. It is there, in our hearts. It has always been there…if we choose to see it.

In her poem, Carol wrote of her husband collecting a bouquet for her. I am reminded that one day, our faith will be made sight. We will BE the bouquet, the Lord’s very own, gathered unto him not as cut flowers but ones that shall bloom eternally in his presence, in that promised place where there will be no more tears, no more death, or sorrow, or crying, or pain (Revelation 21:4).

When I am still, I can feel the warmth of the sun on those flowers of peace; they open up, releasing their perfume in the soft breeze that infuses my soul.

Beyond this world’s brambles
Lies a garden of faith-flowers—
Opening, ever-opening to
Sunlight—yes, the
Son’s light.
Our hearts are filled there
Mind-rambles stilled there
In the hush of His garden
Nurtured by the Gardener’s
Grace.