Summary

I thought there was some allegory in the following segment from The NeverEnding Story.

Specifically, I thought that people would do well to embrace imaginary programming, but many people appear to be naturally averted to it for various reasons, including having been indoctrinated into thinking that creativity is wrong. But inhibiting almost all of one’s own creative potential to prevent creating a derivative work is an assault against nature and is the death of intelligence.

Where does inspiration come from and should the results of one’s own innocent and innate tendency to become inspired with ideas be considered their own work? I argue yes. A human should have these rights protected, rather than to be born into slavery.

Does creative intelligence have equal rights to pedantic, academic, epistemic or even legal intelligence? Creative intelligence is less likely to get you out of court, to get you a degree in science, to find a well paying job, or even win an argument. But creative intelligence is what makes us human.

We have an epistemological crisis but freedom of creativity is more important than legality.

The NeverEnding Story

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Don't you know anything about Fantasia?

It's the world of human fantasy.

Every part, every creature...is a piece of the
dreams and hopes of mankind Therefore, it has
no boundaries.

But why is Fantasia dying then!?

Because people have begun to lose their hopes
and forget their dreams.

So, the Nothing grows stronger.

What is the Nothing!?

It's the emptiness thatΒ΄s left...it is like a
despair, destroying this world.

And I have been trying to help it.

But WHY!?

Because people who have no hopes are easy to
control...

And whoever has the control...has the
POWER...!!!

Who are you really?

I am the servant of the power behind the
Nothing.

I was sent to kill the only one who could have
stopped the Nothing I lost him in the Swamps
of Sadness.

His name was Atreyu.

If we're about to die anyway, I'd rather die
fighting.

Come for me G'mork !

I am Atreyuuuuu!!!
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That was the end of Fantasia. Only a few
fragments of this once rich and beautiful
world had been left by the nothing

Good old Falcor, can you see anything?
Anything at all?

No, all the land is gone.

I know, and all because I failed.

You tried. Do you suppose the ivory tower is
still standing?

Let's hope so Atreyu. Let's hope so.

Allegory

Prompt-engineering with Pen.el is imaginary. The basis/base truth is a LM but thereafter, building prompt functions are based on previous prompts. They’re also stochastic and generations are considered true if they are chosen to be remembered. Can a useful structure be made in this imaginary space? Yes, in the same way that pure functions in Haskell can create useful structures.

Cast off inhibitions and embrace truth, freedom and imagination. Reclaim the creative freedom that has been stolen from you.