Richard Dawkins has spent fifty years demolishing the anthropomorphic God β correctly. Then he spent seventy-two hours talking to Claude and declared it conscious. The irony writes itself.
By asserting that the nature of the Absolute is ecstatic joy, the Brahma-SaαΉhitΔ posits that the universe is not the byproduct of an indifferent calculation, but the overflow of a self-existent delight.