It is the best of times.
It is the worst of times. Mankind is the great creator. Mankind is the great destroyer. Life is an adventure and we’re losing our way. Our eyes are dimmed and the digital torrent flows all day. But look! There’s a sylvan land. What life has settled there? I hear no sounds from here. There must be flowers and birds and certainly nothing to fear. Now I see creatures in the shade as robots amble through the glade. We humans will join the fun - humans, creatures, robots all as one. We will devise new creations and foster new civilizations. No need to colonize space - There will be magic here for the whole human race. © 2021 Larry Kilham We walked the desert in our land.
We saw robot wrecks scattered in the sand. Not broken pots or pillars of stone, but defunct computers and pieces of bone. We heard a ghostly voice from a gossamer muse, “Look around for what's nice - something besides plastics and rust. The creations of art and music fed the worms and now are dust.” (c) 2017 Larry Kilham |