I ain’t no genius, I don’t know how it works.
I don’t know nothin, if I did I would tell you so.
Ain’t no smarty farty.
Knowledge without wisdom equals woe.
All of this information at a button or click.
After absorbing it all, what do we truly know?
Are we just chemical existence and our Spirit a memory stick?
Like a recording filed away for a later review.
Is physical life but an illusion of our limited spectrum?
This world feels so very, very real but at times I wonder.
AI man attempting to make an all knowing entity when we already had and rejected one.
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Author:
Keeter C (
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- Published: September 4th, 2025 13:53
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Comments1
Thoughts and reflections that are worth thinking about. Nicely done
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