I wrote a poem about software in a taxi driven by a methhead
Software pays us
replaces us
takes us to new places physically
challenges our minds
We make software
That does to us and for us
If you've made it, you know
Its painting it's writing, it's math
You can express entire philosophies in one stanza
More effective than my poem
Compile the stanzas
Connect then to the intarwebs
Change the world-- or die trying-- or
Ever think, that software, is us.
And that in an endless cycle, we create us
Achieve godhead, fade away to the land of the gods
And leave the sim behind
remember, fellow wizard, supposedly we are flesh.
Photo: view out the window of a taxi drivers car whom I suspect is quite high indeed. Hanoi, Vietnam.
Inspiration: I live an interesting life, simultaneously a blessing and a curse.
Interesting. Something fresh.
Don't ask how my brain gets onto stuff like this but I was thinking about how we parse words machines parse code, and this slipped out.
That's great. I understand how that happens. While riding a motorblike I almost survived an accident thanks to a pothole on the road. That incident made my mind create this https://steemit.com/life/@dev/a-unique-resume-of-a-pothole
That how creativity works. Keep it up. All the best. Happy interesting life.