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Now Playing: "New Skin" - Incubus
One of my friends sent me a link to an article at discovery.com this evening. Please visit the link, then come back here and continue reading this post: ARTICLE
After reading this article which is astounding in itself, I thought about a poem from a collection called The Pill Versus the Springhill Mine Disaster by Richard Brautigan. Below is the poem. Read it.
All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace
I like to think (and
the sooner the better!)
of a cybernetic meadow
where mammals and computers
live together in mutually
programming harmony
like pure water
touching clear sky.
I like to think
(right now, please!)
of a cybernetic forest
filled with pines and electronics
where deer stroll peacefully
past computers
as if they were flowers
with spinning blossoms.
I like to think
(it has to be!)
of a cybernetic ecology
where we are free of our labors
and joined back to nature,
returned to our mammal
brothers and sisters,
and all watched over
by machines of loving grace.
If that doesn't get you thinking, then you might want to check your pulse!
Posted by moofassa313
at 2:17 AM