If AI ever allows us to truly understand ourselves, it will not be because these algorithms captured the mechanical essence of the human mind. It will be because they liberated us to forget about optimizations and to instead focus on what truly makes us human: loving and being loved.
An interesting sentiment at the end. I have a desire to call it sappy and sentimental and naive, but, well, why not? Every AI optimist envisions a future in which automation takes care of everything, so what else would humans be left with?
