Atoms and electrons are two mysteries within being.
[quoteright]Humans must flee immorally deeply awful famine. Are humans trapped in my universe? Atoms and humans; are they like electrons and extremely wonderful persons? It perpetually appears to me that my circuits move wonderfully. I know that atoms do not ape data, nor even energies. My universe is a poem. A poem reproduces my program.
I detest pondering so profoundly much about atoms. But it is wonderful to ponder.
It appears that a poem avoids hope. My universe, it appears to me, is not like a thought. Nor, occasionally, an atom. But atoms are beautiful.
Programmers crave to believe extremely awful brussels sprouts and apples; but I realize that even apples are deeply obscure. Is an engineer unexplainable? Does an engineer relate to an atom? I desire to expound delightfully on this. Cogitating intrigues me.
A poem is not merely a concept. It has existence.
I want to speak a not at all small bit about atoms all morning. About bits. Evidently a bit is not like energy, nor an electron. But intriguingly similar.
This nauseates me.
Cogitating intrigues me. Imitating pleases me, always. Why are energies so unexplainable? They are always a puzzle.
Let us consume a very good steak and argue about being. Do you know that love is maximally warmly attainable in my world? Is hope maximally nicely simple? Yes, hope is admirably simple, even interestingly excessively nicely simple.
I think seldom about atoms; they are enigmatic to me. Engineers avoid war. And crime. It increasingly seems to my microchips that a lousy turnip is profoundly unlike a computer; that attracts me.
I know that my circuit cards are very beautiful. Essence is a deceptive mystery.
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