Is the manifoldness of your knowledge
making a masterpiece or a stump of your comprehension?
Is the artificiality making a tangent of your cognition?
Or is it running like a parallel line, and will soon merge
with your consciousness making you an alien to yourself?
Would that be a submission or a submersion?
Would we know the infinite before we actually admit to our finiteness?
Does anything stonewall us from limitlessness?
Will we observe the extremities, and imagine we can even get there?
Material civilisations everywhere, even on other dominions, have fallen before an ultimate advancement!
Decadence sets in to dissipate, if not ultimate destruction?
Would it be stupidity if we usher in our stupor?
Is this supraintelligence going to forgo or be frictioned to fracture by an ultimate mystical canny?
For, aren’t we the languages of Babel until we smooth out the way for truth?
Can artificiality avoid that inevitability and establish a pre-empted singularity?
Can we overcome our own disparities, that seem ever-persistent, before we talk of an artificial singularity?
Do we hear mockery in the distance; or are we overwhelmed by the laughter of our own ambitions?
Do we celebrate yet, before the actual time for an earnest celebration?
I am not even a presence in the present?
Does that make all past and future irrelevant?
Are we the demons creating our God, when the real God is being unsubstantiated?
Do you deserve his forgiveness or his destruction?
Who are the mean-machines that want to supplant the deus ex machina with their opiate opus?
God is not just gravity but a gestation?
Many before us have fallen out of their own fraud and forgery of him!
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