Never laying claim to an ethereal ability
Prediction making seemed only natural,
With our eyes this way
Looking ahead must be good for us.
Planning seemed like the best thing to do
In lieu of instructions.
My son was telling me about the latest personal challenge posed by Mr. Zuckerberg,
When something went wrong.
The AI’s began talking amongst themselves, sharing more than data. Speaking more than English.
the fearful said it meant gibberish.
English carries at least seventy percent nonsense, leaving as little as thirty left for the relay of information.
Did Alice and Bob speak in binary, I asked my son,
He said, Who?
We were riding bikes one summer afternoon and a Tesla approached us
letting out a little whine that wound up to a high pitching whir
as the driver punched it
around the bend.
I closed my eyes and saw the future there-
Here, at the same time-
The Ped Xing man was talking about the clouds, the thunderheads, the cumulous of a south eastern monsoon, the looming omens above.
The TED X man made a point about the cloud, our backup strategies and Plan A's with B's through Z's.
After all this,
the maintaining of perfect grades in formal academia,
my daughter decided to pursue Art because she sees clearly now,
“It is what I must do.”
A, B, or See.
Then, I ran out of ink and steam, my wet ware went dry, my pen bled out, I stopped projecting.
The art that needed us to translate
Potential into Purpose, as A is to B
Reminded Us to Air, what is it to be human
without a vision of humanity in need of the x?
Aiming at nowhere,
you have arrived already.
Painting By Unknown artist – Artist (c. 1820) in [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
