and other stuff.
Night Prayer
Dear Chaos, master of fate,
As I lay, I beg to wake.
Pause time on lights out.
Put my mind on a halt.
Make it count, please no sheep,
Gently dose me into sleep.
No dreams to disturb,
No slam, no loo to disrupt.
And when the time comes,
too soon, as it always does.
Call me up for the alarm,
Fit and ready by a charm.
Amen
Please make my body, mind, and soul rest the 8 hours they need in the 4 I can spear to sleep.
What are we going to tell piglets when they ask us about the future?
How will we reason with Whales about the past?
Will we be finally able to learn from them?
What do you think will happen when they realize we can understand them?
Do the Scientists researching interspecies communication expect any of them to be grateful for understanding us humans?
We have been hunting, slaughtering, eating, and enslaving animals to our sole benefit for the last millennia… and they are not half as dumb as we believe them to be.
It’s a good thing artificial meat is on its way. We will need it.
Next frontier: decoding plant language.
When AI finally translates animal speech into human language, listening to the endless list of complaints will be extraordinary.
Dear Chaos,
I would very much appreciate it if next Year the following could come true:
More money and less worries;
More food and less calories;
Strong coffee, stronger Wi-Fi;
Long-lasting phone battery;
Remembering online passwords and where the car is parked;
Less awkward video calls;
More laughs and less drama;
365 days of good hair days.
While we wait for AI to finally clean the house, do the dishes, take out the trash and walk the dog.
Happy New Year!
Before… there was a big mess of things…
… it never ended!
… gathering info …
