You only intend, and the circle completes itself.
An almost-closed circle, the ensō, a whole universe in one stroke. It leaves a gap on purpose: the Tao Te Ching says "great perfection seems incomplete." True wholeness never fills itself in. Leave a breath, leave a door, and it can grow, and hold all things.
On the gap sits a single point of cinnabar red. That is the "one thought": the spark, the only warmth in this silent black.
One intention, and the circle closes itself. You needn't trace every stroke by hand. Just light that one thought, and leave the rest to Wuwei.
This is what AI should be: you intend, it accomplishes. Wuwei: doing nothing, yet leaving nothing undone.