I would like to take a break from all this AI-conspiracy nonsense to wish myself, and all of you, a Happy Birthday. You will perchance protest that today is not your birthday. No matter. Bookmark this blog post, calendar it for the anniversary of your official entrance into the world, and come back then--especially those of you who are feeling a bit long in the tooth. If you don't know what that means, never mind. You probably aren't in the demographic I'm talking to anyway.
What then? Shall we sit idly down and say
The night hath come; it is no longer day?
The night hath not yet come; we are not quite
Cut off from labor by the failing light;
Something remains for us to do or dare;
Even the oldest tree some fruit may bear;
Not Oedipus Coloneus, or Greek Ode,
Or tales of pilgrims that one morning rode
Out of the gateway of the Tabard Inn,
But other something, would we but begin;
For age is opportunity no less
Than youth itself, though in another dress,
And as the evening twilight fades away
The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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