Consolation
A day will come when it will be a lie
To say there are other fish in the sea
By the time you realize that
The one you caught was the last
It will be too late to throw it back
And a stone will kill only one bird
Because there won’t be any others
None in the bush
And the one in your hand
Already dead
But it won’t be as sad as you think
It will be
By then there will be plenty
Of AI birds in the trees
Of AI fish in the sea
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So much noise about something so sensory deficient. No scent, no touch, no taste. We techno humans are such obsessively cerebral little creatures, afraid of living the fullness of life we sit in front of screens and try to mimic it but fail. We are clever but have no collective wisdom.