Look, I’m not some Luddite hiding in a cabin. I’ve used AI to draft emails and summarize dry reports. It’s efficient. But efficiency isn’t the point when we’re talking about writing, art, or even casting a tarot spread. Creation isn’t just output. It’s a friction. It’s the moment you wrestle with your own shadow and drag something raw into the light. Jung called it tapping into the collective unconscious Carl Jung, but I’d argue it’s more like striking a match in a dark room. You need the strike. You need the burn. AI doesn’t burn. It predicts.

When I pull The Magician card, I’m not looking for a perfect layout. I’m looking for that charged hesitation before the coin flips, that split second where intention actually meets the void. There’s a reason we treat creativity as sacred. It’s the one place where human consciousness refuses to be optimized. We resist AI not because we’re scared of obsolescence, but because we instinctively know that stripping away the struggle strips away the soul. If you hand over the friction to a model trained on our own past work, you’re just building a hall of mirrors. Pretty, sure. But empty.

I’m still investigating this whole phenomenon. I’ve read the papers on transformer models and neural networks, and yeah, the tech is insane. But has anyone actually measured the psychological toll of outsourcing our inner voice? I haven’t seen a rigorous study, and that bothers me. My own experience suggests that when we automate inspiration, we start forgetting how to sit with uncertainty. And uncertainty is where the real work begins.

I’d love to hear how you’re navigating this. Do you feel your creative practice shifting when tools get too convenient? Or am I just romanticizing the grind?