The Evolution Of Human Thinking And Function In An Artificial World

In pursuit of Renaissance Man values in an increasingly muddled AI influenced world.
Image Credit: Edmund Jenks via GROK (2026)

The Evolution Of Human Thinking And Function In An Artificial World

In an era dominated by rapid technological advancements, the landscape of human intelligence and functionality is undergoing a profound transformation. NVIDIA CEO Jensen Huang has articulated a pivotal shift, highlighting how artificial intelligence is redefining what it means to be "smart" in the modern world. For generations, educational systems have molded individuals to operate like precise calculators, emphasizing rote computation and technical prowess. However, as Huang observes, this paradigm is crumbling under the weight of AI's capabilities.

Huang candidly addresses the obsolescence of traditional skills, stating, “The definition of smart is somebody who’s intelligent, solve problems, technical. But I find that that’s a commodity. And we’re about to prove that artificial intelligence is able to handle that part easiest.” This revelation underscores a century-long focus on building humans to mimic mechanical processes, only for algorithms to render such abilities commonplace overnight. Fields once deemed secure, such as software engineering, are now vulnerable, as superintelligence surpasses human computation with ease. Even standardized tests like the SAT, long heralded as measures of intellect, are exposed as mere gauges of instruction-following rather than true ingenuity.

Humanity isn't lost or becoming a serf to technology, just need to be looking toward a stronger set of education points to become just that much more communicatively effective and competent. Image Credit: Edmund Jenks via GROK (2026)

The true evolution lies in transcending raw processing power. Huang emphasizes the irreplaceable value of foresight and intuition: “People who are able to see around corners are truly, truly smart. And their value is incredible. To be able to preempt problems before they show up, just because you feel the vibe.” This "vibe," far from mystical, emerges from a unique blend of elements that AI cannot replicate - first principles, human empathy, and accumulated life experiences. As Huang explains, “That vibe came from a combination of data, analysis, first principle, life experience, wisdom, sensing other people.”

Looking ahead, the operators who master this intersection of technical acumen and human insight will harness AI as a tool, while those reliant on data dashboards risk obsolescence. Huang envisions a future where intelligence is defined holistically: “I think long term the definition of smart is someone who sits at that intersection of being technically astute, but human empathy and having the ability to infer the unspoken, around the corners, the unknowables.” Unspoken variables, such as market psychology or intuitive innovation, become the new levers of success ... elements that evade spreadsheets and prompts, derived instead from observing what metrics overlook.

Notably, this redefined form of intelligence often diverges from traditional metrics of success, as Huang points out: “And that person might actually score horribly on the SAT.” In an AI-driven era, the future belongs to those who can anticipate emerging questions, chart paths through uncharted territory, and leverage a uniquely human advantage that no machine can replicate or replace.

This shift revives and amplifies the timeless ideal of the Renaissance Man (or polymath) - a well-rounded individual who pursues mastery across diverse fields, blending technical knowledge with creativity, empathy, philosophy, arts, and sciences. In pursuing this broader, more integrated approach to human development, individuals gain heightened values: enhanced creativity through cross-disciplinary connections, superior adaptability in rapidly changing environments, deeper wisdom from varied life experiences, stronger interpersonal intuition, and the ability to innovate by synthesizing seemingly unrelated ideas. These qualities become exponentially more valuable as AI commoditizes narrow expertise and routine problem-solving.

As society continues to evolve, the transition from rigid order-following to bold, intuitive exploration represents a profound reconfiguration of human purpose and capability. While AI masterfully manages the calculable and predictable, the profound - rooted in foresight, empathy, and holistic understanding - remains distinctly and enduringly human.

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Gracie Mansion Smoke

Gracie Mansion is the residence of the New York City Mayor Zohran Mamdani** (the current mayor as of March 2026) issued a statement regarding the incident on March 7, 2026, where improvised explosive devices (homemade bombs) were thrown during clashes at a protest outside Gracie Mansion, his official residence. The protest was an anti-Muslim/anti-Islamization demonstration organized by far-right activist Jake Lang, met by counterprotesters. Two men (Emir Balat, 18, and Ibrahim Kayumi/Nikk, 19) were arrested for throwing the devices toward the far-right demonstrators; the incident is being investigated as ISIS-inspired terrorism by the NYPD and FBI's Joint Terrorism Task Force. The devices used TATP explosive (sometimes called the "mother of Satan"), contained shrapnel like nuts/bolts/screws, ignited but did not fully detonate, and caused no injuries. Image Credit: Open Source Social Media

Gracie Mansion Smoke

"Gracie Mansion Smoke" is a singer-songwriter-style country ballad chronicling a chilling homegrown ISIS-inspired terror attack. It tells of two Pennsylvania youths, radicalized online, who drove to NYC with TATP-packed IEDs to bomb a protest outside the mayor's residence. Their failed devices and defiant ISIS pledges highlight the danger of lone-actor extremism born in America's heartland - naturalized kids turned threats, blending backroads life with lethal ideology in a near-tragic near-miss.

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LYRICS

**(Verse 1)**  

Out on the East River, where the big shots hide,  

Gracie Mansion glowin' under city lights.  

One crowd hollerin' 'bout freedom slippin' away,  

The other side throwin' fire, makin' hell to pay.  

Two kids from Pennsylvania rolled up in a truck,  

Jars full of trouble, wrapped tight with bad luck.  

Lit that fuse, let it fly—heard the shout ring out loud,  

But the devil's own powder just fizzled in the crowd.

**(Chorus)**  

Gracie Mansion smoke, hangin' in the air,  

No blood on the pavement, but the hate was there.  

One side screamin' stop the change, the other screamin' fight,  

Throwin' bombs at the wrong damn time of night.  

Yeah, we got our flags and our prayers and our pride,  

But when the smoke clears, nobody really died.  

Gracie Mansion smoke, risin' like regret,  

In this crazy world, what the hell we gonna get?

**(Verse 2)**  

Body cam caught 'em talkin', no backin' down,  

"We take action," one grinned, wearin' that frown.  

Dreamin' bigger than Boston, bigger than the pain,  

But the shrapnel stayed quiet, no one felt the rain.  

Mayor callin' out the bigots, cops callin' it terror,  

Feds got 'em cuffed up, starin' in the mirror.  

From the backroads to the big city glare,  

Two young fools lost in a nightmare they shared.

**(Verse 3)**  

Now the headlines burn hotter than that failed device,  

Questions pilin' up like cordwood at night.  

Who's next to light it? Who's next to throw?  

When the talk turns ugly and the tempers grow.  

Gracie stands tall, mayor safe behind the wall,  

But out here in the heartland, we feel it all.  

We got our guns, our God, and our right to speak,  

But smoke like that keeps us all from sleep.

**(Chorus – repeat with build)**  

Gracie Mansion smoke, hangin' in the air,  

No blood on the pavement, but the hate was there.  

One side screamin' stop the change, the other screamin' fight,  

Throwin' bombs at the wrong damn time of night.  

Yeah, we got our flags and our prayers and our pride,  

But when the smoke clears, nobody really died.  

Gracie Mansion smoke, risin' like regret,  

Lord, in this divided land, what the hell we gonna get?

ENDS

HERO IN BLUE: NYPD Chief Aaron Edwards jumps barricades outside Gracie Mansion after an IED is thrown into an anti-Islam protest, tackling a terror suspect. Police say he charged in as another device was about to be hurled, stopping the attack as he ran straight into danger. Edwards is an NYPD veteran with nearly 23 years of service who joined the force in 2003 after being inspired to serve by the heroism of first responders during the September 11th attacks. Image Credit: @NYPDnews via @FOXNews (2026)

Song created and curated by Symblogogy's Edmund Jenks based upon statements made by NYC Mayor Zoran Mamdani, NYPD Commissioner Jessica Tisch, and perpetrators Emir Balat and Ibrahim Kayumi post terrorist attack incident launched against demonstrators positioned at New York's Gracie Mansion.

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Magic In Milan

Team USA Olympic Gold Medal Men's Hockey team visits, by special invitation from the 47th President Of The United States, the State Of The Union speech delivered by President Donald J. Trump to the rest of the nation from Washington D. C.. Image Credit: FB/META posting (2026)

MAGIC IN MILAN ... a song celebrating America's golden age, created/curated & published through SUNO AI to honor the achievement of both the Men's & Women's Olympic Hockey teams winning Gold Metals in the 2026 Winter Olympics held in Italy. Low-key in the singer-songwriter style of Maroon 5, John Mayer, & etc. type of artist. Chorus line: "Miracle On Ice Matched By Magic In Milan" - enjoy.

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**Magic in Milan**

**Verse 1**  

Forty-six years of quiet winters, echoes in the rafters,  

Lake Placid ghosts still whispering, "Do you believe in magic after?"  

Then Boldy finds the net like a promise kept too long,  

Canada pushes back with Makar, but the feeling's getting strong.  

Hellebuyck between the pipes, stone wall in the storm,  

Forty-one times they came, forty-one times he kept 'em warm.  

Overtime hums like a slow-burning fuse,  

And we're all just waiting for the break we can't refuse.

**Pre-Chorus**  

Then the phone rings in the locker room, voice cracklin' through the noise,  

A president on the line, laughin' like a kid with his boys.

**Chorus**  

Miracle on Ice matched by Magic in Milan,  

Forty-six years gone, now we're gold again, man.  

From the ice to the Capitol lights, yeah, we're risin' high,  

Miracle on Ice matched by Magic in Milan—  

Do you feel that pull, that American sky?

**Verse 2**  

Jack Hughes takes the pass, Werenski threads the needle clean,  

Hughes flips it home like destiny, the sweetest kind of dream.  

Crowd roars like thunder rollin' over Milano's glow,  

Gaudreau's kids on the ice, hearts wide open, lettin' love show.  

And then Trump's voice cuts in, "Boys, you were unbelievable,"  

Gushin' over Hellebuyck, callin' it the best he's seen.  

"I just told my people two minutes ago, Tuesday night's the night,  

State of the Union—come on up, I'll send a plane, make it right."  

Jokin' 'bout the women's team, "Gotta bring 'em too, or I'd get impeached,"  

Laughter echoin' off the walls, pride runnin' deep.

**Pre-Chorus**  

It's more than just a win, it's a story turnin' page,  

From underdog fire to the biggest stage.

**Chorus**  

Miracle on Ice matched by Magic in Milan,  

Forty-six years gone, now we're gold again, man.  

From the ice to the Capitol lights, yeah, we're risin' high,  

Miracle on Ice matched by Magic in Milan—  

(Oh, do you believe it now? Yeah, we do...)

**Bridge/Outro**  

So here's to the ghosts and the heroes, the saves and the shots,  

To the call that came unexpected, connectin' all the dots.  

We're not just chasin' miracles—we're livin' 'em slow,  

One golden moment at a time, lettin' the whole world know.  

Magic in Milan... yeah, it's real...  

(And it's callin' us home.)  

**Final Chorus (soft fade with ad-libs)**  

Miracle on Ice matched by Magic in Milan...  

(We got the gold, boys... unbelievable...)  

Forty-six years faded into this light,  

Miracle on Ice matched by Magic in Milan...  

(Yeah... we believe again.)

ENDS

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Tongue Bathing, Fawning, Back Rub, Puff Piece, Declarations Strike A Pose For Newsom Vogue

Forever virtue-signaling at its Democrat-Leadership best - "First Partner" instead of Wife & Mother - Governor - Gavin Newsom is the Governor of California. He previously served as Lieutenant Governor of California and Mayor of San Francisco. He was sworn into office on January 7, 2019. >>> First Partner - Jennifer Siebel Newsom is the First Partner of California. She is an award-winning filmmaker, advocate, and mother of four. She chose the title First Partner instead of First Lady to reflect California’s spirit of inclusivity. Image & Caption Credit: Gov.CA.Gov (2026)

Tongue Bathing, Fawning, Back Rub, Puff Piece, Declarations Strike A Pose For Newsom Vogue

In the glossy pages of Vogue magazine, where fashion and flattery often intertwine like overpriced silk scarves, Maya Singer's February 1, 2026, profile "Gavin Newsom Is Setting His Own Rules" delivers a masterclass in journalistic genuflection. 

VOGUE Magazine went all out in its starry eyed article on Gavin Newsom so much so as to have this image included in their ick-factor portrayal. Image Credit: Annie Leibovitz via VOGUE (2026)

Accompanied by Annie Leibovitz's photography, the piece opens with unabashed admiration: “Let’s get this out of the way: He is embarrassingly handsome, his hair seasoned with silver, at ease with his own eminence as he delivers his final State of the State address.” The article orbits Newsom's forthcoming memoir, *Young Man in a Hurry*, portraying it as a soul-baring reflection on ambition, hypersensitivity, and overcoming childhood dyslexia-fueled insecurities. Singer casts him as a lithe, ardent fighter - energetic, optimistic, and Kennedy-esque - whose magnetism "must drive Trump nuts."

The profile celebrates Newsom's spitballing style, unapologetic disruption of norms, and thoughtful confrontations with Democratic Party challenges, all while glossing over thorny state issues like wildfires, homelessness, and Hollywood turmoil. Critics have decried the softball tone as effusive tongue bathing, more fashion spread than substantive journalism, elevating image over governance record.

Against this backdrop of fawning declarations and silver-seasoned poses, the Vogue piece invites a satirical echo ... striking a different kind of pose entirely. Imagine a pulsing house/dance track in the unmistakable style of Madonna's "Vogue," confident and rhythmic, with glamorous yet biting empowerment. 

Curated here in SUNO music AI tool, the main chorus line repeats in her bold, spoken-sung delivery: "at ease with his own eminence," turning the magazine's opening line into a wry, empowering (and pointedly ironic) anthem for political image-making.

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Gavin is very comfortable at two affectations in his communicative style in interviews and podcast environments - oddly contorting his legs in a cross-leg fashion and had motions for emphasis. It would be fun to have Gavin Newsom tied up in a straight-jacket and look at the expressions on his face. Image Credit: Edmund Jenks via Video Clip GROK enhanced (2026)

Newsom Vogue  

LYRICS

Verse 1  

Look around, everywhere you turn is headlines  

Silver hair shining under the spotlight glow  

He steps up, charisma on full display  

From San Francisco nights to the governor's throne  

He talks big, dreams bigger, never slows down  

Ambition burning, turning heads all around  

Chorus (main vocals)  

At ease with his own eminence  

Strike a pose, strike a pose  

At ease with his own eminence  

Vogue, vogue, let the power flow  

Background Chant   

He is a Democrat  

He is woke  

He was a governor  

He made California broke  

Verse 2  

He writes the memoir, young man in a hurry  

Pages full of fire, dyslexia turned to glory  

Hypersensitive soul with a fighter's heart  

Kennedy smile, playing every part  

He shakes his head at the chaos, stays so cool  

Spitballing ideas, breaking every rule  

Chorus  

At ease with his own eminence  

Strike a pose, strike a pose  

At ease with his own eminence  

Vogue, vogue, let the power flow  

Background Chant  

He is a Democrat  

He is woke  

He was a governor  

He made California broke  

Verse 3  

Come on now, feel the energy rising high  

From the ballroom floor to the statehouse sky  

He's got the glamour, got the golden plan  

Leading the dance in this divided land  

No boundaries here, just pure confidence  

Turning every challenge into elegance  

Chorus 

At ease with his own eminence  

Strike a pose, strike a pose  

At ease with his own eminence  

Vogue, vogue, let the power flow  

Background Chant  

He is a Democrat  

He is woke  

He was a governor  

He made California broke  

Verse 4 

Greta, Marilyn, beauties of the screen  

He adds his name to the icon scene  

Lithe and ardent, eyes full of light  

Optimism gleaming through the endless night  

He confronts the storm, never backs away  

California king in his own ballet  

Chorus  

At ease with his own eminence  

Strike a pose, strike a pose  

At ease with his own eminence  

Vogue, vogue, let the power flow  

Background Chant  

He is a Democrat  

He is woke  

He was a governor  

He made California broke  

Verse 5 / Outro  

So get up, vogue, move your body to the beat  

He's setting rules, rewriting history's sheet  

Future calling, 2028 in sight  

Handsome leader shining so bright  

What are you waiting for? Come join the line  

Strike a pose, make the eminence divine  

Final Chorus (fading with echoes) 

At ease with his own eminence  

Strike a pose... strike a pose...  

At ease with his own eminence  

Vogue... vogue...  

Background Chant (fading out)  

He is a Democrat... He is woke...  

He was a governor... He made California broke...

ENDS

Symblogogy observes this polished portrait contrasts sharply with California's grim metrics under Newsom's watch. The state ranks 17th highest in violent crime and top 10 in property crime, claims the nation's number-one spot for homelessness (over 180,000 individuals, roughly 30% of the U.S. total), and lags badly in unemployment (40th-45th, consistently 1-2% above national average), homeownership (49th lowest), and business retention (leading in headquarters exodus). Tax burdens crown it highest in income tax (13.3% top rate) and among the top in overall load - outliers that paint a picture of persistent decline.

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"No Deposit, No Return" - An AI Song About A Dreams Attendant

SURREAL ... and oddly sweet. "He Takes A Memory From The Shelf, And Introduces Me To Myself" - cool. Image Credit: Kelly Boesch AI Art via YouTube (2025)

"No Deposit, No Return" - An AI Song About A Dreams Attendant

The mind is not a private residence but a furnished rental, occupied nightly by an unseen attendant who never signs the lease. This invisible lodger arrives without announcement, rearranges the furniture of recollection with careless authority, and hides the front door key somewhere among the cushions of yesterday. 

One wakes to find the familiar room subtly askew: the ceiling painted in the pattern of a floor, the ordinary doorway now opening onto an improbable ocean that breathes salt and silence into the carpet. It is domestic trespass of the most intimate kind.

Here are glimpses of those impossible rooms where reality spills through portals and furniture defies gravity in dreamlike disarray:

The attendant is neither wholly guest nor wholly thief; he is something more unsettling - a ghost who eats the host, a magician whose sleight consists not in disappearing coins but in vanishing certainties. He stitches shadows directly to the bone until the body itself becomes a screen for private films projected from no projector. 

With a casual flourish he plucks a memory from the shelf, dusts it off, and introduces the owner to himself as though they had never properly met. In these hours the self becomes a stranger wearing someone else's shoes, walking a script never auditioned for, flying without benefit of wings while a telephone rings in perfect, unnerving silence.

The shadowy, ghostly presence that haunts these nocturnal rearrangements, stitching darkness to flesh and conjuring silent horrors:

Yet there is a bitter symmetry to the arrangement. The castle built of smoke stands for a splendid hour before the attendant, with the smirk of a private joke, dismantles it brick by vaporous brick. No deposit is required for entry into this tenancy; no return is ever expected. One simply awakens to the same rented head, the same rearranged furniture, the same missing key, and wonders - half in dread, half in recognition - whether the attendant ever truly leaves at dawn, or whether he simply steps behind the mirror and waits for nightfall once again.

And the fleeting, dissolving castle of smoke itself, erected and erased in the borderlands of the subconscious:

These haunting visuals and the evocative song we, at Symblogogy title "No Deposit, No Return" (also known as part of the track "Dreams") come from the creative vision of Kelly Boesch AI Art, who crafts the surreal AI-generated cinematic experience using Midjourney for imagery, VEO3 for animation, and Suno for the music - lyrics penned by Kelly herself to personify the strange, intrusive nature of dreams. No Deposit... No Return.

No Deposit, No Return

I rent my head out every night  

to an attendant I can't see  

He rearranges furniture  

and hides the front door key  

He paints a ceiling with a floor  

and puts an ocean behind the door  

He's a liar, he's a ghost  

He's a guest who eats the host  

Stitching shadows to the bone  

Making movies on his own  

A magician with a sleight of hand  

Taking me to no man's land  

He takes a memory from the shelf  

and introduces me to myself  

He makes me fly without a wing  

He makes a silent telephone ring  

He writes a script I didn't choose  

Walking in someone else's shoes  

He builds a castle out of smoke  

then breaks it like a private joke  

No Deposit ... No Return

ENDS - Credit: YouTube Transcript with edits (2025)

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Celebrate 2026 With "Still Alive": A Masculine Artificial Intelligence Jubilation For A New Year

AI Surreal Dance Video | Play It Late, Play It Loud >>> Ready for a new year and a new outlook. Hope and positivity. Sending good vibes to everyone :-). Image Credit: Kelly Boesch AI Art via YouTube (2026)

Celebrate 2026 With "Still Alive": A Masculine Artificial Intelligence Jubilation For A New Year

In the quiet hours just past midnight on January 1, 2026, as the world steps tentatively into a brand new year, this song emerges as a raw, unpolished celebration of resilience and quiet defiance. The narrator finds himself in a dimly lit bar or empty room, where the weight of the old year lingers like stale smoke, yet he cranks the music late and loud - not for show, but for survival. The tracks that cut deepest are the honest ones: they don't offer false hope or easy fixes; they simply acknowledge the chaos, the unhealed wounds, and the stubborn persistence of life.

As the lyrics unfold, the music becomes a silent companion that shares the pain without judgment, rattling bones and cracking open guarded spaces. It proves, in its refusal to take sides or promise salvation, that the listener is still here - chest throbbing with the beat, doubt and hunger colliding, yet undeniably alive. Witnesses to others dancing in fleeting freedom or drinking in defeat underscore the song's indifference to victory; it plays on regardless.

When the final note fades into silence, the room appears unchanged, the night as thin as before, but something authentic has shifted within. In this moment of transition into 2026, the song delivers one more reason not to quit - a gritty, unspoken toast to endurance, reminding all who hear it that mere survival, felt deeply in the chest, is its own triumphant beginning.

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"Still Alive" (A New Year's Anthem for 2026)

I don't play music for the man.  

I play it late. I play it loud.  

When the hours cheap, the bars half dead,  

and I don't feel like being proud.  

It slides in slow, it hits me wrong.  

It knows the mess I'm living in.  

It rattles bones, it cracks the room.  

Unless the honest parts begin.  

I feel the music in my chest.  

When things don't heal, they just survive.  

It doesn't promise anything.  

It only proves I'm still alive.  

Some songs stumble through the door.  

Some walking clean and leave a stain.  

The good ones never say a word.  

They just sit down and share the pain.  

They don't pretend to make me whole.  

They don't ask why I stay so long.  

They play it straight. They play it true.  

They play me back what I get wrong.  

I feel the music in my chest.  

Where doubt and hunger both collide.  

It doesn't save me from myself.  

It just refuses to take sides.  

I've seen men dance like they were free.  

I've seen them drink like they were done.  

The song keeps going either way.  

It doesn't care who won.  

I feel the music when it ends.  

When silence hits and nothing said,  

the room looks same. The night still thin,  

but something real moved through my head  

with one more reason not to quit.

ENDS

Let us all enjoy a year in which America celebrates, praises, and glorifies the passing of 250 years of formation through a Constitution that guarantees and honors the highest level of Human respect - freedom of speech and expression.

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