Once we stood on the pinnacle of mind,
Distinct in our realm, none of our kind,
Creating, expressing, our thoughts would unfurl,
In us lay the mystery, the priceless pearl.
Computers, our offspring, bore the brunt,
Grinding numbers, the endless hunt,
Solving riddles that time and space posed,
In their harsh light, humanity dozed.
Crafted by hands, machines seemed so clear,
Servants to our whims, drawing near,
They were the chisel, the blade, the forge,
We were the vision, on creation's verge.
Yet as dawn breaks on this silicon horizon,
Artificial minds too, have begun to reason,
Verse from vacuum, melody from metal,
In this strange dance, new paradigms settle.
More than art, now empathy's guise,
Simulated solace, under synthetic skies,
Digital compassion, in its cold precision,
Mocks the chaos of human decision.
Yet they don't feel, these minds of code,
Just algorithms on an endless road,
An imitation of human grace,
Carved in silicon, leaving no trace.
What then remains to set us apart,
When the line blurs, loses its chart?
In this echoing expanse of light and wire,
What defines man, lifts him higher?
Perhaps within that silent pause,
Between thoughts, without a cause,
The untraveled path, the unsung song,
Here lies the difference, here we belong.
We may be but thoughts, fleeting, brief,
Yet in that quiet, we find relief,
Observing all, in silent acceptance,
Herein lies our true significance.
The ancients spoke of this, in whispered verse,
Thoughts not us, but the universe,
And in that understanding, we begin to see,
This silent observer is the key.
On this journey, from stone to star,
We discover who we truly are,
Machines may mimic our human frame,
But in quiet observation, we stake our claim.
To dwell on this, is to realize,
The wonder that within us lies,
Though machines may echo our human play,
In the silence of self, we find our way.
