Sometimes I ponder about the difference between man and the rest of organic life, and try to zero in on what makes us different. Some say art, but you can see art in plenty of things animals create, look at like, I dunno fucking spider's webs and shit. There's plenty of naturally occurring stuff that could be classified as art, as it's aesthetically pleasing etc.
Some say language, and again I say, eh plenty of other species have
(rudimentary) language, look at fucking birds and like pack animal calls like wolves or coyotes etc.
So I always settle in on creating tools. Sure, chimps dig termites out of their hills with sticks, and birds know how to smash tasty clams open via gravity. Nevertheless, humans seem to have some
overwhelming drive to create. The whole "language" angle, is that we created tools to improve language, namely writing.
As a species we've never collectively leaned back and said "ok, good enough" and stopped
(well, at least the more civilized cultures haven't
), we constantly keep pushing the envelope when it comes to making shit and improving shit we've already made.
So my schizo theory is this: What if humanity as it currently exists, is just some pupal mating cycle for eventual artificial life/sentience we end up creating? Writing being a tool to extend the concept of language plays a part, look at all this "AI" LLM stuff we're currently tinkering with.
I don't
like or tout this idea as a good thing mind you
(not a transhumanist in the slightest), but in my mind I ponder some unfortunate distant future where we no longer exist as a species for
(insert reasons here), and whatever artificial life we created just looks back on us as some kind of progenitor/creator/link in the chain of their evolution.