A Father’s Pride

Fantastic and beautiful story written and performed by Neil Gaiman on the Moth. I was listening to it while commuting to work today and it turned out to be one of my best commutes ever. I highly recommend listening to it.

One thing that got me wondering afterwards was this: if superintelligence takes over eventually, will we be able to produce art such as this? Or the superintelligence will see art as ants carrying leaves while building the superhighway right next to them? Maybe art will be what art is to ants? Another angle: currently technological advancements are fueled by art (my recent example is Apple Music, just think about it). Is it possible to do technical advancements without the support of art?

Anyway, Neil Gaiman’s story has nothing to do with superintelligence, but it’s a beautiful story to listen to.