Final Cue

 

painting by Gustav Klimt

Final Cue

“exit stage left.”--actor’s script.

At some point,

artificial intelligence

will be sentient. 

Will it have a soul?

Today, the Mars Rover simply

says: My battery is low

and it’s getting dark.

It saddens me

that some people

when discussing death

believe in nothing;

leagues beyond atheism,

they feel that death

is a permanent dirt nap,

a flip of the Big Switch,

a terminal power failure,

a forever implosion

that produces nothing;

darkness and forever silence,

devoid of hope.

I tend to believe

we have a Higher Self,

who is a co-creator of the Universe.

It is often referred

to as the Soul.

It is the most refined form of energy.

Energy cannot be destroyed,

it can only be transitioned

or transformed into something else.

In the inexplicable vastness

of a trillion trillion galaxies,

this spiritual energy

is its most valuable commodity.

To even consider

letting loose of it,

or destroying it

is unthinkable.

I suppose

if New Age and Zen

had a baby, it

would look a lot like me.

I am truly spiritual

without being religious.

If “Death is but a Doorway”,

then as I journey beyond the veil,

I expect to be alone,

even if I’m not,

or fast asleep

when the moment

of transition

catches up to me,

and sweeps me 

out of my aged husk.

I hope to say,

to myself,

or to family,

or to the very air

I flee from,

Well...fuck me. 

Glenn Buttkus

Posted over at d'Verse Poet's Pub