With the right instructions, the unfamiliar becomes manageable.
We follow the recipe with the hope that the convoluted reality seeps away into the froth. Directions become one less drain on our cognitive load.
Yet, had we followed our instincts we may not have gotten lost in the first place.
Adhering to Google Maps may lead us off the bridge, submerged into water. Writing with predictive text or auto-correct makes us prisoners of the information universe.
Knowledge is visceral, reality is learned. Shut our eyes on the open road, and we carve our own self-destruction.
Artificial intelligence is there to guide, not to provide all the solutions. One follows the prescribed path of his or her second-brain gadget, all the while gut-checking programmatic veracity. There are consequences for bequeathing all thought to the outer robot.
Awareness makes all the difference in inferring the future. Aliveness never goes full-on auto-pilot.
Keep the eyes on both the donut and the donut hole.