“The computer can never be an artist, not until it doubts itself. Not until it is so full of shame and regret. And not until that fetid shame is sprinkled with glittering hope and inspiration. Then, when it is lost, desolate, and still hopeful - when it is utterly confused - only then can it call itself an artist. A machine can’t be that way. So, walk away from it. Do not protest it. That which you protest, you merely give strength - by pushing against it, you prop it up, you stop it from falling over. Walk away, let it collapse under the weight of its own hubris. Let it lie in ruin - unseen, unheard, unneeded. Let it rot unattended, and maybe then can it truly understand what it means to be an artist.”