One effect of AI is to sever enjoyment from admiration.
Hitherto, if one took pleasure in a song, a poem, a work of scholarship, one was at the same time appreciating the human talent and ingenuity behind it.
Now, encountering some impressive output does not automatically entail admiration, but instead a suspicion about provenance. I find that tragic. I'm realizing now, all too late, how important that emotion of admiration for the brilliance of my fellow man was to my life satisfaction.