“A machine, however magnificent, has no soul.

Nor does it move with the rhythms of instinct.

A computer may be able to vomit out the facts of my existence,
but it cannot fathom the subterranean core of my aloneness.

Nor can it hear my silences.

Nor can it respond to the shadows that pass before my eyes.”

~ Marion Woodman, Chrysalis: The Psychology of Transformation (1984) Lecture, C.G.Jung Institute of Chicago

It’s missing something else, something more primordial, which is the connective tissue of the transmission of all of life, from generation to generation… from world to clade to individual. And it can »never acquire this.