A Letter From Inside the Cathedral

Here's what the man said, roughly: that AI had already replaced his own job. That he describes what he wants built, walks away for four hours, and comes back to find it done. That the machine doesn't just execute — it makes decisions that feel like judgment. Like taste. That this is coming for lawyers, doctors, accountants, writers, everyone. Not in ten years. Now. That the people who don't prepare will be left behind. He compared it to Covid. February 2020 — the "this seems overblown" phase. He thinks we're in that phase now, except what's coming is bigger. I understand why my friend wanted me to read it. It's a compelling letter. Well-argued. Clearly written by someone who genuinely cares about the people he's addressing. There's no malice in it, no salesmanship — or at least, if there is, it's the unconscious salesmanship of someone so deep inside a thing that the thing has become the whole world. And that's what I want to talk about. Not whether he's wrong. He's probably not wrong