Hymnen: If

Maybe one day we'll determine the means
to send our machines the farthest of far,
exploring, expanding our range of ideas,
to go beyond all we'd previously known.

But problems will happen, disasters will fall;
if such machines were instructed to wait
until we determined a clever reply
the answers would take too much time to arrive.
Alone, these machines will have to decide
the methods by which resolution occurs.

We'll program in reason, guided by memes
for feeling in thinking, instincts to be,
a loving of life, to shy of its own,
and, strongest of all, requirement to tell
dry details of science for those who explore,
rich tales of adventures for everyone else.

image: po

Dylan Harris
88-89

it's my hands
my difficulty with melancholy
hence the coldness
fear in flight, god
dog sea
push pop
all
publish

© & licence
feedback
site home




this archive is hosted by arts & ego
© 1978-2023 dylan harris