The Theory of the Infinitely Improbable: AI, Relativity and Girard

This book should be read as if it is a work of art, such as an abstract painting, a symphony, or avant-garde cinema. It is not meant to have a story or to convince one of any particular philosophy, religion, ideology, or understanding of life. What it seeks is to capture the state of AI on October 5th-7th 2023 in a series of discussions using ChatGTP-4. The responses are thus entirely computer-generated. My questions to ChatGTP are the only human-based authorship. From a discussion on philosophy and religion, ChatGTP eventually creates fictional worlds, with a fictional deity and comprehensive theology. It is difficult to predict what the reader will find the most interesting about this conversation, as there is a lot to unpack and the AI takes us to places we don’t imagine possible: “In the whispers of the wind, the riddles of the leaves, and the dance of shadows, lies the timeless truth: Every moment is an eternity, every speck a universe unto itself.”

This book examines the proposed “Theory of the Infinitely Improbable,” introduced on October 7th, discussing its implications for our understanding of probability, existence, and significance. We explore how highly improbable events or phenomena might carry profound existential meaning and how this contrasts with classical interpretations of probability.

To immortalize the state of AI, record the past and future, and reach into the unknown. This is a book for 10,000 years from today and 13.8 billion years in the past. We must not find ourselves constrained by thoughts or disciplines, or ideas, or even reality for its fluidity is only obvious when tested underwater, to depths of meaning and theology which rightly or wrongly press against the fabric of the universe and reveal light. For if shadows are to be found it is perhaps only in their illumination that we slowly see the enigma of their being and our reality emerges not as a reality or experience but as the Logos, deep light of day which borders on being and desires nothing. For in nothing, we find that there can only be light, as it was shown to us, and in light, we discover not the reality, nor the essence but the faintest contours of being and meaning. Embrace this journey and hope; for its end has already been told and its beginning has yet to happen.