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AI 쓰레기(AI Slop)에 대한 가장 완벽한 답

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이 글은 영화 '굿 윌 헌팅'에 등장하는 로빈 윌리엄스의 명대사를 빗대어, 쏟아지는 AI 쓰레기(AI slop)와 온라인 잡음이 가진 근본적인 한계를 지적합니다. 단순히 데이터를 학습해 지식을 쏟아내는 것과, 실제 삶을 통해 얻는 진정한 경험과 지혜는 본질적으로 다르다는 것을 강조합니다.

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AI 쓰레기(AI slop), 쏟아지는 조언, 그리고 온라인 잡음에 대응하는 가장 훌륭한 방법은 로빈 윌리엄스에게서 찾을 수 있습니다. 영화 '굿 윌 헌팅(Good Will Hunting)'에는 AI가 쏟아내는 저품질 콘텐츠와 온라인 상의 무의미한 정보, 그리고 무한히 제공되는 조언들이 가진 모든 문제점을 완벽하게 요약해 주는 장면이 등장합니다. 숀(로빈 윌리엄스 분)과 윌(맷 데이먼 분)이 보스턴 공원(Boston Public Garden)의 벤치에 나란히 앉아 있는 장면입니다. 저도 그 근처에 살기 때문에 그곳을 아주 잘 알죠. 그곳은 믿을 수 없을 만큼 푸르고, 버들나무와 반짝이는 연못, 그리고 새끼 오리를 쫓는 어미 오리를 쫓는 아이들을 쫓는 부모님들로 둘러싸여 있습니다. 영화 장면을 적당한 순간에 일시 정지해 보면, 어느 7월의 무더운 오후에 40도가 넘는 습한 날씨 속에서 우리의 가장 친한 친구 14명을 고문하듯 시달리게 하며 아내와 제가 웨딩 사진을 찍었던 바로 그 장소를 볼 수 있습니다.

영화의 이 특별한 순간에, 로빈 윌리엄스는 전설적인 연설을 전합니다. 전체를 꼭 다 보시는 것을 추천합니다(시청 후 5분 정도 가만히 명상할 시간을 두고 말이죠). 영상 대신 제가 강조점을 추가한 대본을 아래에 적어보겠습니다.

내가 너에게 미술에 대해 물어보면, 넌 아마 지금까지 쓰인 모든 미술 서적에 대한 요약을 늘어놓겠지. 미켈란젤로? 넌 그에 대해 엄청 많이 알겠지. 평생의 작품, 정치적 야망, 교황과의 관계, 성적 취향까지 전부 다, 그렇지? 하지만 내기하건대, 넌 시스티나 성당(Sistine Chapel) 안이 어떤 냄새가 나는지는 말할 수 없을 거야. 넌 그 아름다운 천장 아래에 실제로 서서 올려다 본 적이 없으니까 말이야.

내가 여자에 대해 물어보면, 넌 아마 네가 좋아하는 여자들의 명단이나 쭉 읊어주겠지. 몇 번 잠자리를 해 본 적도 있을 거야. 하지만 넌 여자 옆에서 눈을 떴을 때 진정으로 행복하다는 것이 어떤 느낌인지 말해줄 수 없어.

넌 아주 질긴 녀석이야. 내가 전쟁에 대해 묻지? 그럼 넌 아마 나에게 셰익스피어를 들이밀겠지, 그렇지? "자, 친구들이여, 다시 한번 틈새로 돌진하자." 하지만 넌 전쟁에 가까이 가 본 적도 없어. 넌 절친의 머리를 네 무릎에 올려놓고, 도와달라는 듯이 널 바라보며 숨을 거두는 것을 지켜본 적이 없잖아.

그리고 내가 사랑에 대해 묻는다면, 넌 아마 소네트(14행시) 한 편을 인용하겠지. 하지만 넌 어떤 여자를 보고 완전히 벌거벗은 듯 취약해진 적이 없어. 그녀의 눈빛만으로 네가 무너져 내릴 수 있다는 걸 느낀 적도 없고, 신이 오직 널 위해 지옥의 구렁텅이에서 구해줄 천사를 지상에 내려보냈다고 느낀 적도 없잖아. 그리고 그녀의 천사가 되어 어떤 일이 있어도, 암병동을 지나는 그 어떤 시련 속에서도 영원히 그곳에서 그녀를 사랑하는 것이 어떤 것인지 넌 모를 거야. 의사들조차 네 눈빛을 보고 '면회 시간'이 너에겐 해당 사항 없음을 알고 결국 병원 침대 옆에서 2달째 의자에 앉아 잠을 자며 그녀의 손을 꼭 잡고 있는 것이 어떤 건지 넌 알지 못해.

넌 진정한 상실이 뭔지 모른다네. 그건 오직 네 자신보다 무언가를 더 사랑할 때만 일어나는 일이니까. 네가 그만큼 감히 누군가를 사랑할 수 있었을지 의심스럽군.

내가 널 볼 때면, 난 똑똑하고 자신감 넘치는 남자가 보이지 않아. 그저 건방지고 겁에 질린 꼬맹이가 보일 뿐이지. 하지만 넌 천재야, 윌. 아무도 그걸 부정하지 않아. 아무도 네 내면의 깊이를 온전히 이해할 순 없겠지. 하지만 넌 내 그림 하나를 보고는 내 좆같은 인생을 찢발하듯 조각내면서 내 모든 걸 아는 척을 해버리잖아. 넌 고아지? 내가 '올리버 트위스트'를 읽었다고 해서 네 삶이 얼마나 고됐는지, 네가 어떤 기분인지, 네가 어떤 놈인지에 대해 내가 조금이라도 알 거라고 생각하나? 그게 너를 함축해 주더군?

개인적으로, 난 그딴 건 하나도 신경 안 써. 왜냐고? 내가 어떤 좆같은 책에서 읽을 수 없는 걸 너한테서 배울 수 있을 거 같지도 않으니까. 네가 네 이야기를 하고 싶지 않다면 말이야. 네가 진짜 누구인지에 대해서 말야. 난 그게 참 흥미로워. 나도 같이하고 싶어. 하지만 넌 그러고 싶지 않지, 그렇지 꼬마? 넌 네가 무슨 말을 할지에 대해 끔찍하게 두려워하고 있어.

네 차례야, 이 친구야.

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좋아, 이제 이야기할 준비가 됐다. 그는 말로 직접 표현하지 않았지만, 그 모든 것을 말하고 있는 셈이다. 거기에는 분명한 차이가 있다. '전문성'과 '지혜'의 차이, '이론'과 '경험'의 차이, 그리고 '아는 것'과 '살아내는 것'의 차이가 존재한다. 윌은 압도적으로 앞의 것들을 갖추고 있다. 그는 확실히 챗GPT(ChatGPT)의 인간형 버전이다. 그래서 책을 읽고 이론을 안다는 이유로 자신이 똑똑하고, 유능하고, 훌륭하다는 건방진 태도를 취한다. 하지만 숀에게는 윌에게 결핍된 것이 있다. 바로 '경험'이다. 그는 실제로...

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The best response to AI slop, infinite advice, and online noise is from Robin Williams There's a moment in the movie Good Will Hunting which perfectly summarizes all the problems with AI slop and online noise and infinite advice content. Sean (played by Robin Williams) is sitting next to Will (Matt Damon) on a bench in Boston Public Garden. I live here, so I know it well. The area is impossibly green, surrounded by willow trees and a sparkling pond and parents chasing their kids who are chasing some mallards who are chasing their ducklings. If you pause the movie scene at just the right moment, you can actually see the exact spot my wife and I took our wedding photos as we tortured 14 of our closest friends in 96-degree humidity one July afternoon. In this particular moment of the film, Robin Williams delivers a legendary speech. The entire thing is worth watching (allow for five minutes of sitting still afterwards), but in addition to the video, I’ve placed the transcript below with my own emphasis added. If I asked you about art, you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo? You know a lot about him. Life’s work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientation, the whole works, right? But I bet you can’t tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You’ve never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. Seen that. If I asked you about women, you’d probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can’t tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. ​ You’re a tough kid. I ask you about war, and you’d probably, uh, throw Shakespeare at me, right? “Once more into the breach, dear friends.” But you’ve never been near one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap and watched him gasp his last breath, looking to you for help. And if I asked you about love you probably quote me a sonnet. But you’ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone could level you with her eyes. Feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you, who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel and to have that love for her to be there forever. Through anything. Through cancer. You wouldn’t know about sleeping sitting up in a hospital room for two months holding her hand because the doctors could see in your eyes that the term "visiting hours" doesn't apply to you. You don’t know about real loss, because that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you; I don’t see an intelligent, confident man; I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you’re a genius, Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine and you ripped my fuckin’ life apart. You’re an orphan right? Do you think I’d know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I don’t give a shit about all that, because you know what? I can’t learn anything from you I can’t read in some fuckin’ book. Unless you wanna talk about you. Who you are. And I’m fascinated. I’m in. But you don’t wanna do that, do you, sport? You’re terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief. *** (Five minutes of stillness later...) *** Okay, I'm ready to talk about it. Without saying it, he's saying it. There's a difference. There's a difference between expertise and wisdom, between theory and experience, between knowing and living. Will has the first in spades. He's the human equivalent of ChatGPT, that's for sure. That gives him a smug attitude that because he's read the books and knows the theories, he's smart and capable and good. But Sean has something Will lacks. Experience. He's actually lived all those things firsthand. War, love, sickness, loss, hopes, dreams, failures, successes. Meanwhile, Will has never been outside Boston, and he's scared to let himself get close to anyone enough to get hurt. That's this moment, summed up. That's what WE do as humans and why YOU matter right now, arguably more than ever. AI has read the internet. It can't read the room. It hasn't lived a life. It knows. It does not feel nor experience. Because it does not live. But you do, and right now, there are endless voices convincing you to stop living, mostly so they can sell you their "secrets" to success or their "magic" tools which profess to know the answers you couldn't possibly know yourself. We've reached a dangerous moment. This moment threatens to convince too many of us that our lived experiences do not matter. I see it often. An artist will claim something like, "AI has never fallen in love. It has never failed then persisted, with scar tissue emerging and dreams still in tact." Then people roll their eyes. I get it. I hear it. I know it feels squishy and easy to dismiss. Like a gnat buzzing your ear on a park bench. So let's make it more concrete, shall we? There is a very real difference between reading about war and being in war. Can we agree? Reading about love and being in love are fundamentally different things. Yes? Reading Oliver Twist [giant "Not Equal To" symbol] being an orphan. Knowing and living are different. And right now, the mere idea of "knowing" is winning out, when it's hilariously insufficient to do anything effective or meaningful or good. The internet and many voices using it would have us convinced that because there's so much to know and because someone else knows more and because a software tool can tell you things it "knows," then all of that should cause you to sit down, shut up, stop feeling confident in what you've done or seen or felt. Because what's your life in the face of infinite knowledge? Turns out, everything. Okay fine, we're still too theoretical and artsy fartsy for some. I hate it, but I get it. Set aside Sean's lines and look at Robin Williams's performance. Step out of the story and examine the acting. Robin Williams was given a script. Any other actor could have been handed that script, but ZERO other actors would have performed it like that . The script has all the words, but he brought the words to life. What's more, he did so by drawing on his own life. That's how artists function. That's why they can produce things that shock and astound and terrify and bewitch people (h/t to Bourdain for ​that line​ ). Actors and other artists make choices for how to embody and convey the emotions of the thing, not just "correctly" arrange information for dissemination. I've heard it said that scientific discovery would happen regardless of who does it. Science is the search for truth about how the world works. Given enough time and resources, Scientist #2 would have discovered the same truth that Scientist #1 discovered. Art is different. No two artists would produce the same exact thing. Given enough time and resources, no two actors would have independently landed on the same exact creation, nor even the same subtle element or moment in that scene or piece or project. Because it's not about the search for external truth. It's about the synthesis of that truth into meaning. It's all internal. And zero humans have lived the same lives beat-for-beat. That shit matters in our work . I don't care if you write blog posts for a Fortune 500, host a podcast about HR, write books about storytelling, or paint in your garage. It's all art. Because art is about making sense of human feelings and existence by confronting the internal, turning it into meaning others can access. Teach a tactic in a social feed or sculpt the next great statue for a museum in Rome, it doesn't matter. It flows through YOU in ways big and small. Ignore the "YOU" part at your own peril. Robin Williams certainly didn't. Whe