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?)
Tag: Existence
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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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Longing for the night…
We were born in darkness.
And yet we hate our self.
We will now kill the forest with light.
And all the world will be alive.
Waiting.
Crying.
Longing for the night…
Poetic Philosophy 