Sometimes I feel like a motherless child. The obsession with uniqueness is the one relentless constant in human evolution. We set ourselves apart and then corrode with loneliness. We invent a machine to spank our champion chess player and then fret ourselves into a frenzy. What does it mean to be human, we cry out, and being human, we're left without an answer.
Pure laughter is the highest form of intelligence. a computer will never laugh. Program one to do it and see how it makes you feel when the thing starts making its noise. Technology is how we mock ourselves.
Wanting to know yourself is the worst form of schizophrenia. You can't know what you are. You can only be what you are. Wishing to be God, we become nothing. It is, after all, as plain as the nose on your face.
Top of the morning and a tip of the hat to you, fine sir. Excuse me while I shuffle off to Buffalo in my baggy trousers. Down along the railroad tracks rusted with progress. Smelling roses and weeds with reckless indifference. Cloaked in secrets never meant to be accessed. Whistling, by God, like a bird on a wire packed tight and humming with a fast current of useless information supposed to pry my imagination. Face turned to the sun where everything is straightforward and warm.
There is no such thing as artificial insemination. A stallion mounting a mare in the greenness of a high mountain valley spawns ponies that cannot be cloned.
