At last, we ask: what is at stake?
Knowledge increases exponentially
Still, our own brain haunts us,
We cannot map it like continental lines.
Knowledge increases, exponentially
The modes of human life shift.
We cannot map it like continental lines,
We chase the future spoils blind.
The modes of human life shift,
Pure intelligence has out grown them.
We chase, the future spoiling blind,
Glancing at the grave of our own evolution.
Pure intelligence has out grown them,
The dynamic systems of natural selection.
Glancing at the grave of our own evolution,
We must wonder if this was truly our fate.
The dynamic systems of natural selection
Busy writing their own destruction.
We must wonder: If this is truly our fate,
Were we just furrows for the droughts?
Busy writing their own destruction,
Engineers toil over their machines.
Were we just furrows for the droughts?
Perhaps it won’t be over so quickly.
Engineers toil over their machines,
The many Gods of a new foundation.
Perhaps it won’t be over so quickly,
Maybe our souls will carry on.
The many Gods of a new foundation,
Still our own brains haunt us.
Maybe our souls will carry on
At last? We ask. What is at stake?