Poetry

A Dimmer View,

or, the sudden consideration of time

Cataracts lead to a dimmer view of things, but not wholly,

as I believe we are heading toward oblivion.

Not just losing the center, mind you, and not merely a case

of falcon not hearing the falconer.

Just as we, Nietzsche in particular, booted God from

our earthly paradise, our AI robots will surplus us.

The Universe will be wholly silicon.

What is a man then without his allotment of qualia?

A lack of order is not necessarily disorder, you say.

Since nothing will remain what it is due to the fritter of identity,

Neither phenomena nor essence will retain their shapes,

and friends, we shall meet again in some counterfactual way.

If your mind is merely functional syntax, we are a particular

arrangement of matter and energy, yes, merely,

we are forever those objects K with associated characteristics and

detriments not fatal to its definition. We are human?

The world we wake up to is not the world we slept in for everything is forever in a flux. Identity is always weakening because of entropy. A man at time t + k is not the same man at time t. We are forever becoming “the borderline case” a la Professor John Wisdom. A man and no-man live side by side, at the same time.

Koon Woon