Good morning. Sheep in the snow. Anguish by August Friedrich Schenck

Good morning. Sheep in the snow. Birds of a Feather by Charles Henry Clifford Baldwyn

What kind of psychopath would do something like this?

Good morning. Sheep in the snow. Winters Morning by Andrew Read

I want to be very direct—if you hear a single thing I have posted in 2023, hear this:

At some point, perhaps in 20 years, there will be no serious search engines or even the original documents, there will just be AI and the outputs.

How AI changes history—will be our history.