treasureless and trinket rich
They live in the far corners of the world, a sort who make do in dilapidated houses, who love the animals and leave out cat food. The forces of circumstance blow through their souls like wind on a dry wishbone and maybe the winning is in the hope as you tug with all your might. In bed my girlfriend looks like a tortoise as she cranes her neck in her bonnet to see what is causing me to stir at this hour. I worry that we are two opposing ends of a battery, that I am loving her wrong and I am going to hell.
The tarot is the opposite of AI because rather than providing an answer to a prompt, it is the prompt and requires of you an answer. This call and response game is natural, though it stops being human when every prompt is deemed worthy of a response.
Call and response really captures the dynamic. We call out to the world, and something answers, “Here I am!” But perhaps it spoils us, if we receive an answer to every call…
That’s an excellent conclusion to your piece. I think the inversion of AI and the tarot is worth pondering, and I think your natural/supernatural distinction/caution is both well written and worthy to be kept in mind.