Shakespeare’s Henry V spoke thus to rally his English to charge (from his perspective) the rascally French in Harfleur. He drew a line between fatalistic acceptance and taking action:
In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger; …
The game’s afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry ‘God for Harry, England, and Saint George!’
I ran across yet another commentary, “ChatGPT’s Mental Health Costs Are Adding Up”, that we need to draw some line with AI in order to protect our heritage and our intelligence.
I have recently used ChatGPT and it went inventive on me: writing up its own conclusion to a chapter I had written on moral capitalism. A reasonable conclusion, to be sure, but not mine.