How AI Will Change Us

My grandmother’s courtyard in Marrakesh had a cracked blue tile near the fountain where the water always pooled. For most of my childhood, I thought this was a flaw. I later learned that she had refused three times to have it replaced. She liked the sound the water made when it hit the crack. She liked that guests noticed it. She liked that her courtyard was not perfect, because a perfect courtyard would have been a courtyard that wanted nothing from the people who entered it.