I doubt it’s some god, not even
an intelligent designer, but
there’s something so beyond
our ken at work out there, in here,
that we cannot begin to admit
it to ourselves.
Too many inexplicable surprises —
where is that grand metaphor
for us to munch on in the abyss
of our nights? Our guesses are
getting colder, not hotter. Can you
feel it? The more we know, the less.
What’s really behind our blind spot?
Where did mathematics come from?
What human gifts are we shufling off
onto the robots, and what will they do
When reading about plans to make a
monkey man, what was your first thought?
- How clever we are
- How famous the scientist will be.
- What the monkey man will look like
- That he’ll make a good pet.
- Poor devil
- Would make a good soldier