My OCD can consist of intrusive thoughts of different types. But, and I think I prefer this, the OCD can manifest as one sort of all consuming thought. Lately, I've been obsessed with A-I. It's like, fuck. I'm an artist and the first thing people did was create this thing that can already "out-Art" any artist. Why? Yeah, let's teach this super-intelligence how to replicate the most Human of endeavors: Art. It was like the first thing. Teach it science, sure. Medicine. Math: but why Art. It has no business making Art. That is for Humans. And of course humans, to save a buck, will opt for the Insta-AI-Art.
Are we that stupid? Can we not see where this is going? It's already threatening to kill us all. Asking Siri or Alexa or Hal 9000 to play our favorite song or tell us who was on the 1936 Olympic track team is one thing; having it create a sermon or a poem is another. The first story about a super-computer, Hal from 2001 had him going off the deep end and murdering his colleagues; and that was a half century ago. How many Star Trek episodes warned about omnipotent super-computers? A lot. Our first instincts about it were correct. And yet, here we are.
But, I don't like to dwell on the negative (even if I can't help it). I will still create ART. My own ART. And just maybe the Luna moth was trying to tell me (and you) that everything, for now, is going to be all right.