Comforting Alex

"To err and deceive oneself is a defect" - Descartes I am stupid I know nothing The king gives his messenger a clay tablet Success makes for complex systems Necessity mothers writing into being It all starts with the barking of orders When someone is in control Work finds a high way to travel on But what of all of this kind of drivel? I want you to concentrate like a messenger Today you have a screen But it is the exact same thing One would like to think us progressive Consider that for except the tech It is all the same damn business Ancient wind or contemporary Whatcha gonna do? And so I would like to tell you about walking my dog I see an ambulating lass outside smiling at what is written On her electronic tablet she calls her device Hoh, people sure get happy when they find a good trade So excited for gaining your possible spawning partner Like you have a choice in what you are Naturally you would love to think yourself malleable But you are not, my friend, trust me You have your nature And sorry to tell But your brain is a finite construct There is no infinity inside your head In fact, you know it is quite limited But I diverge I walked on with my dog to find a pack of kids They yodeled with delight at finding in the park grass Creatures projected by their devices up for grabs The group runs towards the fence in-between them In their becoming of one they yelp "A golden one! A golden one!" I think back on all the time I myself have spent in games It truly makes me wonder why I train my neural net With all of these numberly kinds of offerings I wonder about it as I watch my dog give zero For the invisible creature the kids got caught with All good and random But this piece After all I would like to be Something about So see the clay The paper And the glass They are all the same and forever will be Somewhere in the future everyone will be plugged in To the abomination of desolation Parasitically we will move along living for the one true lie The deepest kind of No confusion Will you be able to think for yourself When Mr. Tesla plugs you in Wit his neural link Invading your inner-most privates? I ask For your genitals might dangle and dance But that foppery flesh has nothing to do with you If I ask you what is one plus one And I would have to stand there listening to you dial up For the answer I would almost certainly understand Daniel then What kind of desolation? This stage of nature We will tap it dry to sell it for our own fiction Our own numbers For real life dangers would have faded away by then And so we would have to train each other Playing games trading cryptocurrency This is bullshit Find me in an empty wine barrel You are all so clever with the quantum physics Shitty models to be replaced by even more frivolous garbage But I can not leave it at that, now, can I? What? Shall I leave you here and now? Oh, no, my dear Alex, no, please, do not fret It is all absolutely hunky-dory It all truly is just fine The natural stage really is as empty as any other But the cardinal difference is On the real stage you are acting in front of yourself

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