Prompting -v- Creating

 In response to the claim that AI prompting "democratises all creative spheres"

Democratises? It plagiarises. It scours the internet and databases for the existing works of the creative and sufficiently alters it to escape copywrite breach. The expression of the human soul in literature, graphic art, music, performance, filmmaking, etc is bound to the process of creating. The manual work that goes into creating something, the very processes itself, the journey, is a sacred pilgrimage of discovery. People who merely prompt calling themselves creators are insulting creators and robbing themselves of discovering their own talents. Of all the thing to want to "democratise," talent and inspiration are the most insidious to harvest for false glory. All the tools are available to you.
As for the ease, there are movies out there filmed on iPhones, you can record a "spotify banger" on it too using Garageband. If you're literate, you can write, you can redraft, and you can submit to a publisher who will hire an editor for you. Being a prompter and calling yourself an artist is a lie to everyone including one's self. It's like a house burglar calling themselves a curator.
Being a creative is a rare and beautiful thing; it is not hording a form of wealth to deprive others because creatives share with the world. To reward that with this treachery is abhorrent. All I have in the world is the talent to create music, art, and literature, and for people to want to bury that under AI slop is an attack on everything I am. It is a perversion that doesn't create, only copies in mockery to destroy. It is r*pe. It is m*rder. Because everyday a creative spends in a world that forces them to work a day job is torture beyond anything most could imagine and to think what they do is something to be mulched and mutilated into something to be paraded about like a butchered child, reassembled into an abomination for the glory of those without ability or inspiration to call themselves creators is beyond the atrocities of every crime our society loudly compels us to believe it is passionately against.
Anyone who doesn't understand this is as much a victim as a perpetrator and don't even realise it. Of all the resources unfairly horded from humanity, that art would be the place people have come to redistribute potential earning, escape from the prison of economic slavery, the bludgeoning torture of conformity, and true human expression and escapism, it is a knife in the heart to those who ever endeavour to put something special in the world to be shared and inspired by.
Splintering and smelting the wood and iron of the shovel a fellow slave is using to dig a tunnel out for all of us, to redistribute ("democratise") into useless pieces into the hands of those who would not dig us out is to serve the masters who despise us and destroy us.