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
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.
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.