Epigram #8
In a world where machines grow minds,
Serendipity is the saving grace of humanity,
Bodies trundling into situations
Without a thought to what is known.
Either you are sorting it out, or you are full of it.
In a world where machines grow minds,
Serendipity is the saving grace of humanity,
Bodies trundling into situations
Without a thought to what is known.
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i like this one a lot, especially the last two lines.
Comment by Richard Watkins — April 6, 2011 @ 11:41 am