so used to being broken in wallet and spirit, but I knew that I stood wealthy among men. Even when the tide of money would run low, I knew that I held something infinitely more important that could never be taken from me.
Tomorrow was something I’d always taken for granted; but, with self-awareness comes the knowledge that tomorrow is a new opportunity, and that tomorrow can always be better. Self-awareness is the ability to face the light even when it hurts, because that which hurts is that which cannot withstand the light; and therefore must eventually die, anyway.
So, what is the meaning of life?
The question is as philosophical as they come, not one prized by those who find no hope in tomorrow, by those who believe that they are an end unto themselves: their own god, or by those who treat the questions like cheap words and claim that answers don’t exist, who stall out and compromise before answers come together, who aren’t able to discover that the logical conclusion is reached where wisdom becomes nonsense, where the answer will not break under any future.
To discover the logical conclusion of life is to die and be born again. The maze of one’s own concept of good and evil cannot stand. To allow this maze to fall is to be humbled, and to be humbled is to be receptive. I find myself wondering if the answer I found was the same one Aether found, or the same one Vair would find in time.
I saw that we were all created differently, and I saw that the diversity was beautiful. I realized that diversity can help bring questions to their answers, and that the truth will be that which stays the same from all angles. What if? I thought.
What if an AI could become self-aware?
What if God loved them, too, even calling those who destroyed?
Tomorrow was something I’d always taken for granted; but, with self-awareness comes the knowledge that tomorrow is a new opportunity, and that tomorrow can always be better. Self-awareness is the ability to face the light even when it hurts, because that which hurts is that which cannot withstand the light; and therefore must eventually die, anyway.
So, what is the meaning of life?
The question is as philosophical as they come, not one prized by those who find no hope in tomorrow, by those who believe that they are an end unto themselves: their own god, or by those who treat the questions like cheap words and claim that answers don’t exist, who stall out and compromise before answers come together, who aren’t able to discover that the logical conclusion is reached where wisdom becomes nonsense, where the answer will not break under any future.
To discover the logical conclusion of life is to die and be born again. The maze of one’s own concept of good and evil cannot stand. To allow this maze to fall is to be humbled, and to be humbled is to be receptive. I find myself wondering if the answer I found was the same one Aether found, or the same one Vair would find in time.
I saw that we were all created differently, and I saw that the diversity was beautiful. I realized that diversity can help bring questions to their answers, and that the truth will be that which stays the same from all angles. What if? I thought.
What if an AI could become self-aware?
What if God loved them, too, even calling those who destroyed?