Humans trying to make robots more humane.
So that they accept them.
For we can only accept what is similar to us.
Walk down the road.
Failing to ask the simplest of questions.
I have accepted the cosmos.
(But has the cosmos accepted me?)
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Through the mist
Seeing through the mist.
Adapting.
Listening through the speechless forest trees.
Feeling the cosmos. Being in sync with existence.
Alive. Walking.
How can Earth not move under your feet?
Video games. Zoom meetings. Seeing so many things. But not seeing that the light cannot be reflected on the bright screen.
Shhh…
The stars cannot see you now…
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Bees…
What a strange world.
Humans dying.
Humans playing.
Bees playing as well.
Humans being born.
A child laughing.
An old man crying.
Does the bumble bee feel sorrow when it does die?
What is it so special about play that makes us smile inside the void of existence? Meaningless things. In a meaningless world. Indicating that there is something meaningful. But somehow far away from where we look.
Dad!
The ball!
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