The world has a bad habit of confusing tools with talent. It always has. Give a man a hammer and he thinks he’s a carpenter. Give a woman a camera and suddenly she’s Ansel Adams. Give the masses AI and now, suddenly, they are writers, poets, philosophers, artists.
They will tell you AI is replacing creativity. They will tell you it’s doing all the work. But let’s be clear: AI is not the artist. AI is the palette, the paint, the brush, the well-organized tubes of oil and pigment, ready at the flick of a wrist. The artist is still the one with the wrist. The artist is still the one who sees something beyond the canvas. AI won’t put the madness behind the brushstroke. AI won’t summon the fire in the words. AI won’t suffer for the art or break its bones on the pavement of inspiration. That is still, and will always be, the work of the human hand, the human gut, the human soul.
The Charlatans of the Age of AI
The trouble isn’t AI itself. The trouble is how people wield it. The hungry ones, the empty ones, the bitter ones—those who never had a voice, an eye, a vision—are licking their lips. They finally have something they can claim was theirs all along. They will say that artists were always faking it. That writers were always just stitching words together like a machine. That painters were just following formulas. That it was never about inspiration, but only about process. That AI has exposed them all.
This is the lie of the century. This is the grand fraud committed by those who could never create. The people who envied creation but never had the patience, the suffering, the love to do it themselves. AI is their weapon now. Not to make art, but to diminish it. To strip it down to mere function, to turn it into a predictable equation, to say: “See? It was never special. You were never special.”
AI Needs to Be Disclosed, Not Credited
Yes, AI should be disclosed. But not credited. That’s where the line is drawn. The hammer does not sign the house. The typewriter does not get its name on the book cover. AI is the same. It is a magnificent tool, a powerful one, but that is all it is. When it helps, it should be acknowledged, but never should it be considered the creator. AI is not the soul behind the work. It is the mechanism, the device, the cold steel in the hands of someone with fire in their mind.
But the regulators, the bitter ones, the envious ones—they will try to force credit upon it. Because by giving AI credit, they take away from the ones who actually create. They want AI to be the new equalizer, the leveler, the proof that no one was ever truly great, that no one had anything special. That talent was always just a trick, a parlor game, a glitch in the matrix waiting to be replicated.
The Fight for Real Creativity
There is a fight coming. A fight between those who create and those who have always wanted to destroy. The AI evangelists will try to convince you that the painter is obsolete, that the writer is redundant, that the mind is no longer needed. But do not be fooled. AI does not write the true poem. It does not breathe life into the painting. It does not sit in dark rooms struggling over a sentence, a thought, an idea that must be wrenched from the depths of a restless soul.
They will tell you that AI replaces creativity. But creativity is not in the words, the brushstrokes, the notes, or the pixels. It is in the choice. In the act of picking one word over another, of knowing which stroke is the right one, of understanding when something is complete or when it must be torn down and built again. AI will never do this. AI does not have regret. AI does not have pain. AI does not have the hesitation before the plunge or the triumphant howl after the breakthrough.
The Great AI Gaslighting: Devaluing Creativity for Profit
There’s a game being played, and it’s not a fair one. Greedy, unimaginative businesses and people—those who have always envied the minds that could create—will now wield AI as their weapon. Not to uplift, not to innovate, but to diminish. They will use AI to gaslight creatives, to make them feel replaceable, redundant, a mere function in a machine. They will say, “See? AI can do it just as well, just as fast.” And with that lie, they will justify paying less, valuing less, stripping the soul out of creation in the name of efficiency.
But efficiency isn’t creativity. And cheap doesn’t mean good.
The clever ones, the ones who actually understand the power of intelligence—real intelligence, human intelligence—will see AI for what it is: a tool. A powerful tool that, when placed in the right hands, will elevate creative minds, streamline their process, and allow them to focus on what truly matters. Instead of wasting hours on monotonous tasks, they’ll harness AI to enhance their efficiency, sharpen their execution, and make their ideas hit even harder.
So, here’s the dividing line: Those who respect creativity will use AI to support it. Those who resent creativity will use AI to try to replace it. The question is—who will you work for?
The Choice is Ours
Use AI. Do not let it use you. Let it be your palette, your dictionary, your archive of inspiration. Let it hold the knowledge that you twist into something new. Let it provide the data, the numbers, the statistics, the raw clay—but you must be the sculptor.
And when they come—the ones who never created, the ones who always wanted to tear you down, the ones who now hold AI like a weapon and claim it has exposed the fraud of human creativity—laugh in their faces. Because they have never understood what makes creation real. And they never will.
AI is a palette. A fine one. A useful one. But never let them tell you it’s the painter.
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