Twenty months ago heralded the end of human technical mastery. A lifetime of practice rendered second-best by deep blue, tree-searching algorithms. I stared at a simplified Go board for a long time when I discovered this. Here it was. The epiphany that underlined the ultimate irrelevance of practice. The only frontier left for us is soft gray matter, and floating motes of emotional color. Just depressing and antithetical.
12:43 p.m. - 2017-11-06
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