I hope this happens quickly. These companies that use only AI should be devastated.

We don't want to do this because LaTeX already solves our problems quite well.

If you had opened and read the TeX book, you'd understand it.

Oh definitely, let’s do a PhD in Latex and its worthless toolchain before start writing the actual thesis.

Software should be invisible and not a hindrance to our ability to express ourselves.

Reading a single book is not equivalent to a PhD in LaTeX.

A single book on latex only covers you until the introduction of your thesis. Then you will need to add a table. That’s a different book. Then you will need to align your equations. That is another book. Then you will need a graph. This is a freaking library of books.

I mourn for the time I wasted on Latex. For nothing.

That's not even close to be true.

Oh, you mean those 500 pages of dense Knuth writing?

Dense? The TeX book is a total delight to read.

Not for people who are fun at parties

I am the proud owner of all 5 five volumes and Digital Typography. I have been in front of a computer for almost every single day for around 45 years. I speak and write several languages, including Chinese and Japanese. I am regularly coding in several programming languages and consider myself fairly fluent in things like HTML and CSS. I have worked as a typesetter and assistant editor of two medical periodicals.

I could go on but what else in the world do I have to add to that so I can say "as for me, I opened the TeX book, read it, and understood it" or "I know how to use LaTeX, confidently"?

I don't know the answer to that question, but I do know the answer to the question "is TeX / LaTeX a well-designed, user-friendly, sane software?". The answer is no, no, and no.

Millions of people love to use LaTeX and use it daily. Your experience is just a personal opinion.

You're right, the recent memory of the LLM is the state, that's why it needs to be so deep to be effective compared to a traditional MC.

The end of the Roman Empire was due to a civil war, where the Church was one of the parties embraced by Constantin.

Even Augustus took a few years to complete his project. In the US this is going quite fast.

I think we see it happening fast because right now it's just revealing of the power structures that were built over decades.

> political and economic systems to support them

This is circular reasoning. How developed political and economic systems could arise before educational and economic development? They both rose at the same time.

This is why it's called literature, instead of a social network post. Until recently it used to be normal for someone to learn more complex forms of writing, including literature, as part of becoming a more educated person.

I think Emma qualifies as literature. This is much clearer than Bleak House:

> Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her.

Moby Dick -- of course the first sentence is about as simple as possible. But extending to the second:

> Call me Ishmael. Some years ago — never mind how long precisely — having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world.

Again, that is much clearer. N=3 and selection bias and all, but Bleak House appears to be the outlier here.

Ok, let me tie this using a beautiful sentence from Marcel Proust:

But I had seen first one and then another of the rooms in which I had slept during my life, and in the end I would revisit them all in the long course of my waking dream: rooms in winter, where on going to bed I would at once bury my head in a nest, built up out of the most diverse materials, the corner of my pillow, the top of my blankets, a piece of a shawl, the edge of my bed, and a copy of an evening paper, all of which things I would contrive, with the infinite patience of birds building their nests, to cement into one whole; rooms where, in a keen frost, I would feel the satisfaction of being shut in from the outer world (like the sea-swallow which builds at the end of a dark tunnel and is kept warm by the surrounding earth), and where, the fire keeping in all night, I would sleep wrapped up, as it were, in a great cloak of snug and savoury air, shot with the glow of the logs which would break out again in flame: in a sort of alcove without walls, a cave of warmth dug out of the heart of the room itself, a zone of heat whose boundaries were constantly shifting and altering in temperature as gusts of air ran across them to strike freshly upon my face, from the corners of the room, or from parts near the window or far from the fireplace which had therefore remained cold — or rooms in summer, where I would delight to feel myself a part of the warm evening, where the moonlight striking upon the half-opened shutters would throw down to the foot of my bed its enchanted ladder; where I would fall asleep, as it might be in the open air, like a titmouse which the breeze keeps poised in the focus of a sunbeam — or sometimes the Louis XVI room, so cheerful that I could never feel really unhappy, even on my first night in it: that room where the slender columns which lightly supported its ceiling would part, ever so gracefully, to indicate where the bed was and to keep it separate; sometimes again that little room with the high ceiling, hollowed in the form of a pyramid out of two separate storeys, and partly walled with mahogany, in which from the first moment my mind was drugged by the unfamiliar scent of flowering grasses, convinced of the hostility of the violet curtains and of the insolent indifference of a clock that chattered on at the top of its voice as though I were not there; while a strange and pitiless mirror with square feet, which stood across one corner of the room, cleared for itself a site I had not looked to find tenanted in the quiet surroundings of my normal field of vision: that room in which my mind, forcing itself for hours on end to leave its moorings, to elongate itself upwards so as to take on the exact shape of the room, and to reach to the summit of that monstrous funnel, had passed so many anxious nights while my body lay stretched out in bed, my eyes staring upwards, my ears straining, my nostrils sniffing uneasily, and my heart beating; until custom had changed the colour of the curtains, made the clock keep quiet, brought an expression of pity to the cruel, slanting face of the glass, disguised or even completely dispelled the scent of flowering grasses, and distinctly reduced the apparent loftiness of the ceiling.

This is another magical thinking we have in our age. AI will do nothing good for education, because to be educated you need to do the hard work of understanding things. This is just the opposite of getting a machine to provide you with quick facts, summaries, and conclusions. In fact I would say that if you introduce AI to classrooms it would be better to take a good number of $100 bills and incinerate, because the end result will be less expensive.

Can you try to read my comment more carefully?

Yes, this is an example of what the article is saying: calling this verbose and dense means that the person has a problem in understanding something that is just a little bit more complex than traditional spoken language.

Neither I nor the last commented called the text dense. I claim the article use a-lot of words to say very little, and arguments its points in a overly preachy way. That is *not* dense, that is verbose.

mm. Perhaps phrasing it like this would help; The article is written in away to appeal to those that already agree with the premise, and dissuade those that don't. 6000 words is on the long side for a blog-post, but not unreasonable for a good essay. This does not read as a good essay, it reads like a preach. Most people that don't agree with the article stopped half way and moved on, and who do we have left in this comment section?

I don't disagree with the conclusion nor the arguments. I disagree with how the authors has written and presented those arguments and conclusions. It could have been 3000 words and still said what it wanted, or it could have said much more at the same word-count.