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  • Computers. Understanding. Stars shining in the night…

    Computers. Soon they will do everything like humans.

    Soon they will be better than us.

    And they will understand things.

    And they will explain things to us.

    And we will cry out in triumph.

    Without understanding that this actually means that we have been conducting experiments like computers all this time along…

    Come.

    There is nothing for us to do tonight….

    Turn off the light.

    There are stars still shining in the night…

    Oh, I wish a day will come when I will know nothing about what makes them so bright…


    Υπολογιστές. Κατανόηση. Αστέρια που λάμπουν μέσα στη νύχτα…

    Υπολογιστές. Σύντομα θα κάνουν ό,τι κάνουν οι άνθρωποι. Σύντομα θα γίνουν καλύτεροι από εμάς. Και θα καταλάβουν τα πάντα. Και θα μας τα εξηγήσουν. Και θα πανηγυρίσουμε θριαμβευτικά. Χωρίς να καταλαβαίνουμε ότι αυτό στην πραγματικότητα σημαίνει ότι κάνουμε πειράματα σαν υπολογιστές όλο αυτό το διάστημα… Έλα. Δεν υπάρχει τίποτα να κάνουμε απόψε… Κλείσε το φως. Υπάρχουν αστέρια που λάμπουν ακόμα μέσα στη νύχτα… Ω, μακάρι να έρθει μια μέρα που δεν θα ξέρω τίποτα για το τι τα κάνει τόσο φωτεινά…

    January 25, 2025
    computers, Modern Civilization, poetic

  • Understanding…

    How can you understand something?

    If not by destroying it and make it fit into your little mind?

    If not by naming it despite it does not have a name?

    How can one understand anything without understanding many other things?

    Everything we know are bricks set upon other bricks.

    In our system of knowledge there is the little secret that holds it together…

    Our belief in the existence of knowledge.

    Only because we hate what we knew before we learnt the first thing

    Everything.

    (Nothing…)

    January 25, 2025
    free verse poetry, poetic, Thinking, Understanding

  • Feeling nice…

    Playing.

    Winning.

    Losing.

    Feeling nice.

    (That I am not dying alone…)

    January 19, 2025
    free verse poetry, Living, playing, poetic

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