Intelligence is Artificial

I haven’t shared on Substack in a while so I decided to share my first thoughts of a poem.

Intelligence is Artificial

We are the meaning makers

The story tellers…

Signs and sounds

Words and numbers

Build Knowledge

symbolic of reality

Not reality

Itself.

Our best guesses

Believed to be truth

Only yet disproven.

And at the end of the day

It’s all just another story

We are told

Repeatedly

Until we learn

To tell it to ourselves

Like learning our name

Or the alphabet…

One thing 

Being called out of everything else

To become

Something else

Separated

A part from…

Contrived by humans.