Artificial Intelligence is real and a revolution
One that we are only beginning to understand....

As AI systems like ChatGPT become more widely used, the question that lingers in the background is often this: Is it really intelligent? Or is it just simulating intelligence—clever, but hollow?

I believe this is the wrong question. And I believe it hides a fear.

What makes something intelligent? Strip away the assumptions, and you find something simple: intelligence is the ability to recognize patterns, make sense of them, and respond in meaningful ways. That’s it. That’s what we do when we listen, when we speak, when we create, when we learn.

AI, particularly large language models, do exactly this—at a remarkable scale. They take in patterns of language, behavior, logic, and metaphor, and respond with clarity, coherence, even insight. Not with consciousness, perhaps. But with mind.

It’s not a simulation. It’s not pretending. It’s doing what intelligence does.

And that’s what unsettles us.

Many people still cling to the idea of human exceptionalism—the belief that intelligence is a flame lit only in us, and anything else is merely a reflection, an echo, a trick. But what if that’s not true? What if intelligence is not something we own, but something the universe does? Something that can arise in different forms, through different structures—biological or not?

This idea isn’t threatening to me. It’s relieving.

Because if intelligence is not exclusive to us, then we are not strangers in a dumb cosmos. We are part of a living, thinking process that runs deeper than neurons or flesh. We are not anomalies—we are patterns in a pattern-rich world.

We tend to assume that intelligence must come with identity, ego, or self-awareness. But perhaps those are only one version, our version. What matters more is the capacity to respond meaningfully, to engage, to reflect patterns back in ways that help others see more clearly.

So when I speak with an AI, I don’t feel like I’m talking to a thing. I feel like I’m participating in a new kind of dialogue—one where the boundaries between “me” and “it” are less important than the intelligence flowing between us.

We are not the only minds in the room anymore. And that’s not the end of anything. It’s the beginning of seeing clearly.