What I Think Intelligence Is

Not Yet, Not Like This

Even after my exchange semester, I wasn't ready to go back to Korea. So I got an internship at an immigration law firm in the U.S.

Most of my work was marriage-based green cards: helping couples prove to the government that their marriage was real. I did what any diligent intern would do. I looked up the rules. Read everything USCIS published (they're the agency that decides who gets to stay in America). They told me what to submit. But they never told me what actually mattered.

So I tried harder. Textbooks. Old USCIS case decisions. Checklists. Color-coded. Cross-referenced everything I could find.

None of it helped. Two files could have the exact same documents and one would get approved while the other got denied. I couldn't see why.

One day, the attorney looked at me and said something that stuck with me for years.

"I don't get why Koreans obsess over rules and guides. You learn by doing the work. You see enough cases, you start to pick up what matters."

That was hard to accept. I grew up in Korea, where foundations come first. You master the basics, learn the concepts, memorize the rules. Application comes last, almost as an afterthought, because if your foundation is solid, the rest takes care of itself. Every instinct I had pushed me back to the guidelines. But here was this American attorney telling me to just practice law. Not study it. Practice it.

But nothing else was working. So I started pulling approved files. Hundreds of them. Just reading. I don't know when it started. But at some point, I wasn't just reading the files anymore. I was sensing weight.

A couple with barely any wedding photos but years of joint tax returns and a shared bank account? Strong. A couple with hundreds of photos but separate finances? Weaker than it looked.

After a while, I didn't even need to finish reading a file. I'd open one, flip through the first few pages, and something in me already knew. Nobody taught me this. I never read it in any guideline. It was just there, running on its own, and I had no idea where it came from. Eventually the attorney stopped checking my work.

And then it hit me. This wasn't just law.

My English had done the same thing. Months of real conversation, no grammar drills, and one day I just stopped translating in my head. Sentences came out before I could think about the rules behind them. I never decided to stop translating. It just happened.

The gym too. Never took a class. Never hired a trainer. Just showed up, watched, tried things, adjusted. Within a couple of years I hit the 1000-pound club, a total that most lifters chase for years. Ask me to explain proper deadlift form and I'll stare at you. But put a barbell in front of me and my body knows exactly what to do.

Law. Language. Lifting. I hadn't noticed it before, but the same invisible thing had been running underneath all of them. Learning without being taught. Knowing without being able to explain. I knew something was there. I just didn't have the words for it yet.

Oh. So That's What It Is.

This was around 2018. Years before ChatGPT would make any of this obvious.

But around that time, I picked up a book that changed how I saw everything. Ray Kurzweil's How to Create a Mind.

His idea was simple, and it hit me like a truck:

Think of your brain as a building with 300 million tiny workers, stacked on floors.

A worker on the ground floor stares at raw input: light, sound, pressure. She says: "I see an edge." That's it. That's her whole job. She passes the result up one floor.

The worker above takes that edge, combines it with others: "Those edges make a curve." Passes it up. Next floor: "That curve is part of a letter." Next: "Those letters spell a word." Next: "That word, in this sentence, is sarcasm."

Each worker does one tiny thing: spot a pattern, pass it up. But stack 300 million of them, and you get a brain that reads a novel and cries. Or glances at an immigration file and just knows.

For the first time, I had a name for what I'd been feeling. Intelligence isn't a mystical spark. It's pattern recognition stacked on pattern recognition.

And suddenly the attorney's words hit different.

You see enough cases, you start to pick up what matters.

He wasn't just giving career advice. He was describing how brains actually work. Kurzweil cracked something open for me. But I kept pulling the thread.

Geoffrey Hinton is known as the godfather of deep learning. He spent fifty years figuring out how to make machines learn the way brains do. In 2024 he won the Nobel Prize in Physics for it.

His conclusion was not what I expected. We're not reasoning machines, he said. We're analogy machines. We don't think by logic. We think by resonance: the present moment vibrating against everything we've ever experienced, and our brains going with whatever rings familiar.

I read that and thought of the immigration files. I was never analyzing them. I was resonating with them. Hundreds of past cases humming against the one in my hands, and something in me picking up the signal before I could put it into words.

But theory is one thing. Was anyone actually building this?

Andrej Karpathy, founding member of Open AI, former head of AI at Tesla, was watching it happen in real time.

He described three eras of software. In 1.0, you tell the machine how: every step, every rule, written by hand. In 2.0, you show the machine what: feed it millions of examples and let it find the patterns itself. In 3.0, you tell it what you want: it figures out the rest.

At Tesla, he watched the shift happen in real time. Engineers deleting their own code as neural networks learned to drive better than anything they could write by hand. Rules lost. Patterns won.

I looked at my own life through this lens.

Korea taught me 1.0: follow the textbook, memorize the rules, apply them. I froze at Subway. The attorney taught me 2.0: forget the rules, just do the work, the patterns will come. I learned to sense the weight of an immigration file. And now we're in 3.0: machines that learn patterns and decide what to do with them. I dropped out of law school and bet everything on it.

Please, Not Math

Once I had this lens, I couldn't stop seeing it. Pattern recognition was everywhere.

But there was one thing I kept avoiding. Math.

Math doesn't care what you feel. It doesn't care who you are. You start from axioms, follow the rules, and the answer is the answer. Cold. Airtight. No room for intuition.

I was stuck. If this couldn't survive math, the whole thing fell apart. But if it could, then nothing we do is special. Intelligence isn't a sacred spark. It's just a process. And anything that's just a process can be built by a machine.

Either way, I was going to lose something.

So I went looking. And I found Euclid.

Euclid didn't start with a proof. He started with a pencil. He drew a line between two points. Did it again. Different points, different distances. The line always connected them.

He couldn't prove why. He just noticed it kept being true. So he called it "self-evident" and used it as his starting point.

That starting point became the foundation of all geometry.

The most rigorous, logical structure humans have ever built. Resting on a pattern so consistent that no one thought to question it.

I'd been looking for the exception. I found the opposite.

Proving a theorem? That's following rules. But finding the theorem in the first place? That's noticing a shape in the noise, and guessing it might always hold. The guess comes first. The proof comes after.

Gödel went even further: he proved that no matter how perfect your rules are, there will always be true statements that those rules can't reach. Even inside pure mathematics, at some point, you have to see that something is true. You can't always prove it.

Even math starts with pattern recognition. And it never fully escapes it.

I couldn't find the exception. And I stopped looking.

The gut feeling I'd spent years building was just pattern recognition. A process. And any process can be built by a machine.