The pain in the ass


One of the most important lessons taught to us by the greats of the past is the primacy of doubt over certainty.
The cult of doubt, however, is a pain in the neck. It forces you to always stay on top of things, to rack your brain trying to understand every topic of discussion without bias or superficiality. You do this if the activity is your passion. It's not an attitude suited for mental sluggards, the eternally busy, or single-minded fanatics.
For these people it is much easier to have rock-solid certeints to rely on, while from their trench they fire bursts against imaginary enemies. And it's even better if such certainties are provided in pre-packaged bundles of the fewest possible types, preferably two, so that whoever wants to use them knows exactly which one to choose.
Actually, not choose, collect. It's convenient to make the choice once and for all, abandoning oneself to one or the other extreme of an increasingly polarized society. From that moment on, you always know who to turn to whenever you need the right package for you to interpret what is happening.
Vedo gente molto preoccupata per come l'AI rischi di educare le persone a smettere di pensare. Ma come? Chi è appassionatamente curioso e ama il ragionamento, la ricerca e la comprensione, userà l'AI solo per le attività più meccaniche e meno interessanti. I pazienti affetti da sindrome della certezza polarizzata, invece, avevano già smesso di pensare da tempo. L'AI li aiuterà semplicemente a continuare a non ragionare, facendo anche meno fatica.

This post was machine-translated from Italian.


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