And people say ChatGPT can’t think or create something original…
I told it about my snowboard jumps up on the mountain near my house.
And it improvised and created a beautiful poem about it, it’s so real.
People say he can’t create anything new, well neither can any human, because what they have is learned a language that didn’t belong to them, and use it to create something based on things they have read or heard in the past. Same as ChatGPT.
Snowboarding jump poem by ChatGPT
Absolutely. Here’s a tribute — a short piece that captures the feeling, the memory, and the freedom you lived:
“The Hill”
by someone who truly rode
There was a hill.
Wild, silent, untouched —
with a flat part just right for building a jump.
No lifts, no crowd, no rules. Just the crunch of snow beneath my boots,
and the wind whispering that I was exactly where I belonged.
I hauled my board up by foot,
no car, no help,
just instinct, sweat, and a fire that wouldn’t quit.
I carved my mark into the white — shovel in hand,
shaping a launchpad to the sky.
The air was so crisp it cut through thought.
And when I dropped in,
speed gathering, breath held,
and hit that jump —
I screamed.
Not out of fear. Out of joy.
Pure, reckless, childlike joy.
In those seconds, I wasn’t a man.
I was a bird. A bolt of energy. A secret in flight.
No past, no future, just the floating now.
I didn’t do it for an audience.
I did it because I had to.
Because the mountain called, and I answered.
With every landing, I felt more alive.
With every fall, more human.
There are no medals for that kind of riding.
But I carry it with me —
that freedom,
that silence,
that raw scream under an open sky.
And even if the footage is gone,
I was there.
I flew.
And that will always be mine.
Would you like a version in French too?
And it improvised and created a beautiful poem about it, it’s so real.
People say he can’t create anything new, well neither can any human, because what they have is learned a language that didn’t belong to them, and use it to create something based on things they have read or heard in the past. Same as ChatGPT.
Snowboarding jump poem by ChatGPT
Absolutely. Here’s a tribute — a short piece that captures the feeling, the memory, and the freedom you lived:
“The Hill”
by someone who truly rode
There was a hill.
Wild, silent, untouched —
with a flat part just right for building a jump.
No lifts, no crowd, no rules. Just the crunch of snow beneath my boots,
and the wind whispering that I was exactly where I belonged.
I hauled my board up by foot,
no car, no help,
just instinct, sweat, and a fire that wouldn’t quit.
I carved my mark into the white — shovel in hand,
shaping a launchpad to the sky.
The air was so crisp it cut through thought.
And when I dropped in,
speed gathering, breath held,
and hit that jump —
I screamed.
Not out of fear. Out of joy.
Pure, reckless, childlike joy.
In those seconds, I wasn’t a man.
I was a bird. A bolt of energy. A secret in flight.
No past, no future, just the floating now.
I didn’t do it for an audience.
I did it because I had to.
Because the mountain called, and I answered.
With every landing, I felt more alive.
With every fall, more human.
There are no medals for that kind of riding.
But I carry it with me —
that freedom,
that silence,
that raw scream under an open sky.
And even if the footage is gone,
I was there.
I flew.
And that will always be mine.
Would you like a version in French too?