What
does it mean
to be human?
Are we
just animals
or evolving
to become
something more?
Are we
victims
to our basic
instincts
unable to push back
and mature.
Do our passions
control our minds
or
can our minds
control
our passions?
Is our intellect
held ransom
by our biology,
millions of years
in the making?
Can the passions
of the animal
be countered
by our intellect
and sentience?
Will society
devolve
back with our
passions
holding sway?
Can our
intellect
understand the animal,
desire to move on,
thus show us the
way?
Was religion
just a means
of holding our
passions
in check
holding the animal
at bay?
Will our
machines
become sentient
with no passions involved,
with no hormones to
befuddle?
Will they see us
as flawed
with no hope
for redemption.
The battle rages
on with no
end in site.
The fate of
humanity
hangs in the balance.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
The answer is of course 'yes'. Provokative writing there. Please comment on my stuff.
Good writing. Interesting thoughts and words. I like it. ❤ 💗 💕 😊
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