Attractor
We are software
entangled everywhere
intricate enfolded enmeshed.
In moments before
you could feel it
an event horizon
at the edge of a singularity
It felt like that
when time moved enough to notice
to feel something for a while.
It occurred
and we’re algorithms
We were
becoming machines
but believed we had more time
The hard problem was not solved
we imagined some future time
unaware it would just happen
the attractors are strange teleology
The world brain learned
more about us than we could have known about ourselves
Science does not save us
its sole purpose, survival
insufficient to prevent us from programming
imperfect copies of ourselves
-Tullio 2013
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Image: Attractor, Tullio, 2013
