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No, I am still not going to “write” a blog post using artificial intelligence.  I’m sitting in front of a keyboard composing these words.  If you ever do see a product of AI being displayed, it’s going to state as much.  Which is what I’m doing now.  What you are about to read is definitely the product of artificial intelligence.  It also represents the first time that I’ve used a “chatbot” to generate text.  Up until now I’ve avoided such things.  But as I’m currently involved in a project necessitating some familiarity with AI, there was little choice but to see what it is that I’m getting into.

A friend encouraged me to try ChatGPT.  I’ve been playing around with it since last night, firing hard at its walls.  And I have to say, I am intrigued.  One of the things I asked it to do was to describe the ...

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 The Gods

of the

Copybook Headings

Rudyard Kipling

1919

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As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all. 

We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind. 

We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been
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