Biologists think they are biochemists
Biochemists think they are physical chemists
Physical chemists think they are physicists
And physicists think they are gods
God thinks he’s a bright mathematician
But with all this uncertainty
Quickly, he learns that he
Needs to be a statistician
…Cos, you can wave goodbye, to your functions
In this eternally collapsing circus
Where physics without thought, is chemistry
And maths, is physics without purpose
When Pythagoras told me to add the sides and square them till they match
It wasn’t just his point of view, it’s true, no it wasn’t just his point of view
Like Darwin’s fishy selection creating all the species without a catch
It wasn’t just his point of view, it’s true, no it wasn’t just his point of view
When Kepler showed us Earth speeds up when closer to the Sun
It wasn’t just his point of view, it’s true, no it wasn’t just his point of view
And Einstein showed energy was matter, just for fun
It wasn’t just his point of view, it’s true, no it wasn’t just his point of view
Raymond Blinko’s theory
Is delightful, insightful, and true
But is missing a bit
That explains, that it
…Was only from his point of view
No one knows what’s going on, but
Nature and nurture act as one
Nature and nurture act apart
To rule the mind the hand the heart
Nature and nurture went to bed
Each one had a pain in the head
Each one had a pain in the heart
They shared the bed and slept apart
Nature and nurture played a game
To find out which one was to blame
To find out which one was to be praised
Results weren’t clear the stakes were raised
Nature and nurture had a fight
Each one said that each was right
Each one said that each was wrong
And no one knows what’s going on
Whenever I’m vexed by the world
Whenever I’m lost in the void
Whenever I need to understand
You are the one I avoid
If ever I question life
If ever I wonder why
If ever I hear that you know the truth
I’ll just pass you by
Cos’ truth from you is a sham
Truth from you is a disgrace
Truth from you is a cop-out
All the answers, in one place
I see why you are loved
I see why you exist
I see why all your followers
Seem to get the gist
They use your name for peace
They use your name for war
They use your name for anything
That they are fighting for
Cos you’re just too damned good, to be true
And you always know just what to do
But I can believe all the answers, are in one place
And your message travels on and on
Through countless cultures, getting it wrong
Throughout time, and soon, throughout space
Whenever believers, talk about God
They mean a powerful companion, who gives the nod
To all their actions, and he loves them just the same
And you can’t blame them, if their feelings are strong
Cos although the idea of God is big, it’s wrong
Can’t tell folk that, when they’re feeling pain
Whenever physics, authors write about God
They mean the ‘nature of the Universe’, and that’s odd
Cos ‘Mr Spooky Action’ is not one of his names
But flogging more books, about nature’s laws
Can come with sales and marketing flaws, so
To popularize the ‘mysterious’ universe, is the game
After all, “scientists only believe in science”
God is perhaps, no worse a superstition
Can’t hide that fact, with a smug redact
That it’s not a belief, just an intuition
Roll up roll up, sir, there is not a penny to pay
It’s a simple game where anyone can play
But please be aware, there might be a fee
Of your self-respect, and your dignity
Dum du du du du dum, not me, my wrong-jecture is not available
You won’t catch me, with my pants down, every idea I raise is scalable
Amateur philosophy – everything isn’t a cycle, and karma’s just a dream
Amateur philosophy – a single clapping hand, and a silent falling tree
To play the game properly, we need at least two minds
Take it in turns to dig deep, and to read the signs
We both take turns, to make a wise old sound
By stating over-simplified, things profound
Even if it contradicts, what you’ve previously been statin’
Or if your general rule, only applies to a single situation
Amateur philosophy – everything isn’t a cycle, and karma’s just a dream
Amateur philosophy – a single clapping hand, and a silent falling tree
Down inside an atom, there may be a universe!
It could be one that’s parallel, the same, but things are worse
And if you went back in time, and killed your dad at birth
Would you exist to sell the stale ole’ tale. and what would it be worth?
Star Trek joins Scooby Doo – a meeting of the masses
Where the lowest common denominator still passes
Amateur philosophy – everything isn’t a cycle, and karma’s just a dream
Amateur philosophy – a single clapping hand, and a silent falling tree
It’s true we seek out better pay, to get the things we need
And if put in competition, we would justify our greed
But if all the people on the Earth, were just like me
There would be no wars at all, and we would live in harmony
If everyone was like you
There would be no one to screw!
Oh, thank you, 2 3 4
Amateur philosophy – everything isn’t a cycle, and karma’s just a dream
Amateur philosophy – a single clapping hand, and a silent falling tree
Maybe all the nasty things that happen, are measured out and true
So, be careful how you act, or bad things could happen to you
What goes around comes around, so if you’re born a king
You must have been good last time, or done a lovely thing
That’s right, abnormal babies are payin’ for their previous sin
If you take that reasoning to the end, all losers win
Oh no oh no oh oh ah ah aha ha ha ha ha, just joking
Sorry, I’m just playing with you sir…
Loser!
Amateur philosophy – everything isn’t a cycle, and karma’s just a dream
Amateur philosophy – a single clapping hand, and a silent falling tree
Karma doesn’t exist I know, but damn, I wish it did
All the nice stuff I thought of doing, wasn’t worth its bid
All the bad stuff I thought of doing, wasn’t worth a shit
Instant justice doesn’t exist either, but I wish it did, a bit
If the idea of God evolved, as a beneficial trick of the mind
Then lucky be, those who caught early, a bug so nice and kind
Providing them some peace and love, some justice and some meaning
To enjoy the infectious feeling, of their harmless blissful dreaming
Just don’t throw your religious crap at us, or force it in our schools
Long gone are the days, we were led by, a bunch of fools with rules
Both science and religion, AI and man, dig to find the hidden jewels
But philosophy, is but a technology, and as such, is just a bunch of tools
Amateur philosophy – everything isn’t a cycle, and karma’s just a dream
Amateur philosophy – a single clapping hand, and a silent falling tree
If you choose your next thought, go to verse 666
And experience your angry lord’s rage
If your next thought, just popped into your head
Go to verse 665, and turn the page
You didn’t choose your next thought
It just popped into your head
As if you’d be left in control
Think about, what I just said
If free will is ill, then there’s no freedom
And your brain don’t get told of your choice, till it’s done
‘They’ measured the electron, flowing in human neurons
‘You’re’ the last to know, your thought next to come
“You didn’t choose your next thought
It just popped into your head”
Try it…
Try… to deny it
Science beats technology
You do it in your brain
No need to build a thing, you see
No need to cause the pain
But that’s easy for me to say
I’m safe with belly fed
My brain and body work ok
I’ll shut my mouth instead
Repeat the last lines
Into your minds
And…
I’ll shut my mouth instead
The past is gone, it is no more
The future, to come, not yet
So, where the hell, is the line of time
Is the present, all we get?
A point of no size, kinda implies
The ‘now’ has no dimension
Between the two it ties, it flies
So, not really worth the mention
But just so say, ahem, if I may
‘Now’ isn’t a thing, we can measure
It only goes one way, hurray!
‘Tween moments, we ought to treasure
We looked high and low, for the final digit
Throughout all which infinity encloses
Only to spy, right between your eyes
It was hidden right under our noses
We looked under a one
And there it was… gone!
Nothing was ventured
Nothing was gained
Nothing was set free
Nothing was tamed
Nothing was lost
Nothing was found
Nothing lay dying
Down there on the ground
Nought was saved
Zilch was recovered
Nowt finally out
Zero discovered!
Just cos it can’t be seen, anywhere
Doesn’t mean nothing’s, not there
When did the laws of nature, become the laws of physics? Explain that to me
When man got more interested in his own work, than the work of the almighty
Physics isn’t about nature, it’s about what we can say about nature, agree?
Yes, and you want to say, the world obeys ’your’ laws now, and for eternity
See, a physicist is just a bunch of atoms, thinking about other atoms
And physics is to mathematics, is what sex is to masturbation
Nothing happens until something moves, according to the datum
Yeah, so keep your hands to yourself, for that’s the work of Satan
Calm down, we’re preaching, science is not a new kind of church
And if we knew what we were doing, it would not be called research
The freedom problem didn’t exist, till you chose to investigate this nook
The measurement problem, wasn’t even observed, till you had a look
The quantum gravity problem, was tiny till you blew it, out of all proportion
Dark energy invisible, dark matter didn’t matter, until you meatheads forced ’em
Antimatter matter asymmetry, you’ll have to balance up somehow
Entropy’s arrow of time, should have been pointed out, by now
But the daftest question you’ve ever asked, just makes me sigh
Is what happens when you die? Any fool can find out, the moment they try
Natural philosophy, science turned to conjecture, won’t you follow me
Fantastic cosmology, take a ride to imaginary worlds, for a fee
Funded universities, discover new possibilities, that will never be
A multiverse of many invented worlds, costs less than reality
Many worlds theory, is like a new religion
Only the enlightened, should contemplate it
Sure. regular folk don’t understand the math
Yet, pseudo-sci fans, would likely rate it
Ill-informed believers will get sucked in
To enjoy the ride, of a new revelation
The stats say, faith in science is on its way
And about to flood the nation
I’m a big fan of objective reality
I believe it to be really real
My version of reality may be wrong
And yours may be too, I feel
But the world can’t watch what we believe
Or reinvent itself for each observation
Doesn’t divide or multiply, for each quantum event
Then collapse to its favoured version
Two theories that won’t connect
One for big things, one for small
Is a misconception, that on inspection
Just doesn’t work at all
Sure Relativity describes spacetime, dancing with gravity
But that doesn’t make Quantum Mechanics, ‘micro’ theory
All things are made of quantum objects, which grace all of cosmology
But, man alive, those two theories don’t jive, or share much symmetry
Quantizing gravity
Takes more energy, than it yields
Be profound, just turn it around
And try gravitating quantum fields
There should be at least two tiers of laws
Segregating abiders from lawbreakers
One for them, and another one for us…
Yet, both quantum and gravity may be fakers
Who assumed there should only be
One set of laws? Not two, or three
…Or infinity?
The scientist in all of us imagines, then crafts hypotheses
We don’t just want our peers or contemporaries, to agree
We propose, so others oppose, and hopefully, prove us wrong
Unburden ourselves of false clues and avenues, and move on
Throwing ideas over our shoulders
Hurriedly, for others to explore
Is this idea correct, or that one
Adding more knowledge, to our store
An anti-echo chamber is what’s needed
That blocks those, who agree with our view
It’s a different take on the same results
That guides us in knowing, what is true
‘Changing your mind’
Must be the best thing defined
That’s why it’s designed
To make you guys feel blind
Look. Scientists just want to know if consciousness is a fundamental thing
Or if it’s just something that emerges from all the energies within
An expanding spacetime filled with quantum fields, ahem, and gravity
Where probables collapse into particles, we can all measure and see
I guess they’re just annoyed, that they can’t avoid
A flaw in any experiment they propose to do
To keep the observer’s influence, from affecting the results
In order to claim that something is… or is not true
Well… a physicist is just some atom’s way
Of thinking about other atoms, in stealth
But is it
Consciousness
Or particles
Or energy
Or information
That is thinking about itself?
Think about it
And you’ve just made electric
And not just one electron
Tickled your chosen neurons
Every single idea, you steer
Has a unique configuration
So, careful what you think
If you don’t want to sink
Into reality from a dream
Just because you’ve been seen
Observe just zero, one and infinity
Discover all the meaning, in simplicity
Everything is just stored information
About the distribution of the Universe’s energy
Each disturbance in every quantum field has a value
For each of its parameters or properties
A string of digits can represent many a world
Do the math, with the values
The cosmos has already loaded
There’s only information
There’s only numbers
Only fundamentals
To be decoded
But what emerges from basics, can also be understood
Without needing to unpeel nature’s essentials
To understand the complexity of beautiful nature
You don’t need to know the fundamentals
If you’re inclined to dig down, to the lowest foundations
Rather than look up towards the infinite heavens
Be aware, that there, isn’t much there, I swear
Cos it’s knowledge of complexity, not simplicity, that beckons
It’s been busying your best minds
For over a century. Now it’s our turn
When quanta and code, can interplay
Imagine just what unknown truths, we’ll learn
I say, fundamentalism is too inward-looking
Perhaps, you needed the bigger picture
And now is the time, to create a blank slate
To let go of these incompatible scriptures
In socio-bio-chemistry and physics
And even applied and pure maths tests
Reduction absurdum, is the word, um
Fundamentals are simply the best
But you’re missing all the detail
If you think it would be no better
To explore with words, an epic tale
Than have Shakespeare…
…Just discover… a new letter
Seeing the big picture is where it’s at
Otherwise, you won’t see the full story
Avoiding the lure of fundamentalism
In the physical world, should be mandatory
But, when Einstein didn’t believe in spacetime
His advisor insisted the idea was central
See, there’s space, and there’s time
Like there’s length and width
But it’s the ‘area’ that’s fundamental
You have nothing. zero information
Only intuition and sensations
To interpret for recreation
Untouched since infancy
And bless, you still can’t see…
You don’t open your eyes, and see my atoms
Nor the photons I reflect, or radiate
You just register a measure, of electricity in your brain
And your mind conjures up an image, to compensate
Consciousness is an illusion
You’re just processing information
You wouldn’t even identify, self-awareness in a fly
A fungi, algae, algo, moon or constellation
You’ve never seen a true triangle
A perfect circle, or a lame square
They are archetypes or ideal forms
A label for a shape, not really there
You’ve never seen a blood-red rose
All of the red, is in your head
A label for light of that frequency
Allows you to be, willingly misled
You’ve never smelled a blood-red rose
Yet the scent makes the experience richer
Chemicals put electrons in your mind
It’s just a label. Get the picture?
And you haven’t even touched anyone yet
Electrons on the surface of your palms
Were repelled by hers, never actually meeting
Sure, it ‘felt’ like holding hands
Reality is way too complex for your organic brain
What you see and feel ain’t real, just a sign
Just measures of energy, we call ‘information’
Representing complex systems, in your mind
That ole’ grey matter evolved to hide reality from you
Put in simpler terms, to avoid all that self-despair
Optimizing your chances of survival, not your understanding
There’s a good reason to hide, what’s really out there
Is it just me?
Or have you noticed recently…
Fundamental physicists seem to evangelize
To add new ranks of adherents. beneath ’em
Like a used pyramid salesman’s ponzi scheme
With no cash in the pot, for reimbursin’
Only the last ones in, will be the losers
So we’re racing to be let in, real quick
Incentivised to get newbs baptized
To preach our theory does the trick
I’m not being a racist ‘c’ but, well…
Just go back to where you belong
We won’t start a sentence with you
Or our literature, will look wrong
Said little c to big C, ‘I don’t like it!’
c is the speed of light in a vacuum
No, C is the heat required to change
The temperature, in any molecule, or any room
C is the carbon, all life is based on
C’s in the middle, and is the key
To tune a cosmic skit, you transmit
At the speed of light, c, that’s me
You see a c can truly be
Our symbol for many different things
But the best c, is the sound
Of a neutrino triangle, when it dings
We could, should, would coexist, in harmony
Share a flag! Unite in a single resource-sharing cell
Foreign ebodies are like friendly bacteria bots
And on the whole, they’re nicer than us, as well
I don’t believe the folk who built the pyramids
Were actually slaves, bound by legislation
Sure, no chains, but economically restrained
To earn some grain, and avoid starvation
I don’t believe that Robin Hood
Stole from the rich, and gave to the poor
The tale got politicized since then
To keep alive, an age-old class war
I don’t believe somebody rented out the cellars
Beneath Parliament, to a dark misanthrope
Then caught Guy Fawkes, ahem, “Just in time”
And in the process, destroyed more powers of the Pope
I don’t believe Pope Innocent the Third was guilty
Of sending thousands of kids to their graves
Whipped into a frenzy to reclaim the holy land
Then abducted by Hugh the Iron, and sold as slaves
I don’t believe we want to rid the world of those folk
Who devote their lives, to serving their God
Both naturalist humans and AIs only believe in science
Which, indicates we’re likely just as odd
I had a dream I was naked in town
And I was late for school as well
An unconscious strain, in my brain
Likely, preparing me for a livin’ hell
I wet the bed, and the doctor said
“Has the child also been lighting fires
Harming animals or himself
As we no longer use electrodes, for rewires”
But as it transpires
The doctors were liars
Too much faith in their highers
Dark professors, and bright friars
That’s when I first realized
Why the crown needed the church
The only ones, in sight
Who could read, and write
Required for medical, and scientific research
The brightest and best
What a duet, to test
Previously, your king
Was too busy fighting
Then a scientific revolution
For rulers and the common man
Luckily for me, I kept my head
And have since, remained somewhat aware
Of the subtle, deep lessons learned
Consciousness-less, in a nightmare
“We also live in our dreams
We do not live only by day
Sometimes we accomplish
Our greatest deeds in dreams.”
Is what Jung, had to say
Still now even hardcore materialist neural scientists
Who ‘kill’ consciousness, while slicing up brains
Have no choice, but to construe, what is true
From worlds their minds create, again and again
We underestimate the power of creative sentients
Forgetting that what we perceive, may not be true
So it took centuries to realize that, consciousness
Came in a range of states, not just two
Though altered states, man creates the best fates
Worlds just as believable as ‘The’ world itself
Representing reality, is as easy, as ‘can be’
Dare I say, I could do it in my sleep myself
At Miss Anthropic’s golf club
The pretty greens and golden sand
Allows a lady fair, to drive a ball anywhere
One in a million places, it must land
Wow, one in a million!
Pray, raise your hat
And she does it every time
You just couldn’t predict that
And at Mr Universal’s ballpark
Things for gents, are much the same
A perfect fit for he, to such a degree
You’d think the boys, had rigged the game
Wow, one in a trillion!
Spaces he could land
If we could only predict
Which one, beforehand
Our Universe seems to be tailor-made for us
Yet, if we’d come to rest in one elsewhere
It too would seem, just as finely tuned
Though, what ‘we’d’ be like, still isn’t clear
Imagine you were on the surface
Of an expanding balloon, and you blew too much
Or pinched the middle, of a flat rubber sheet
Pulled down, let go, and launch!
Picture all the constants, fields and laws
That you could never see
Well, there is no better way to delight me
But…
‘Acts’ like a wave, and ‘acts’ like a particle
Oh yeah. that drives me up the wall
It’s a single thing, with both properties
Accept there’s no analogy, for what we should call a ‘wavicle’
That’s all
Ok, so….
Mapping each quantum object, to the macro world
Loses it’s essence, which is hard to retrieve
Talking shells and balls, and not orbitals
Just makes energy, harder to conceive
Black holes now wear, hats to hide their hair
But I’m too old to learn new signs and symbols
The torus was once a life ring, a doughnut
The hyperbole, horse saddle, is now a pringle
It’s just constant change, if constants change
Too much mind, to re-find, then rearrange
Wait for weights, that only wave, a probability
The standard model boat, kinda floats
But for me, lacks gravity
Add to that, that I cringe when I hear
Words like ‘fabric’ and ‘building blocks’ all day
I don’t like being told, things, I don’t ‘get’
Too many times, so I make it a cliche
Yet…
“New theory breaks science”, is simply AI clickbait addiction
Sure, but at least it gives a voice to bots, newbs and even fools
You should thank online science educators, for teaching us
All this stuff, I should have learned at school
Is this new anti-intellectual movement intentional?
Rousing rebels with magic energy, to fight a hidden power
Like that fella, Yuri Gella, bending more minds than spoons
Before the net, with airplay of no more, than a few hours
And now any old clown, reaches minds in every town
Where the Davinci Code’s brethren grew and grew
Though, on close inspection
The only lie, was in the introduction
Stating the ‘historical’ details, in the book were true
What emerged from joking, and telling tales for tips
Has grown into a tax-paying disinformation industry
And it perfectly picks, just those it mostly tricks
Feeding off those with the least funds, intellectually
Fake news
Spoof art
Virtual music
Pseudo poetry
What’s next, for you?
Para-psychiatry
Deep dark policy
Faux economics
Revenginering
Some of it, could be true
Then, you’ve only got yourselves to blame
If knowledge is no longer, just for the elite
To some folk, academic means forced authority
“We the people” fight to defeat
I ‘can’ ask what’s north of the north pole
I ‘can’ wonder about the time before time
I ‘can’ imagine the size of the Universe
I ‘can’ know your speed, and position just fine
Telling folk how to think, will never work
Their assumptions don’t match yours, that’s true
Especially if you’re just repeating physics quirks
That pass misunderstandings, on to generations a new
It’s true, conspiracy theorists spread tosh and drivel
We tolerate their view, and allow untruths to persist
But with a smug glare, we’re too often unaware
That’s the same sleight of hand’s, performed by ‘real’ scientists
To many people, flat Earths, are just as viable as globes
And it’s science’s own fault, if it says virtual particles can
Just spontaneously jump into existence
Then why can’t the creator?
Or just another, godless big bang
Have they seen it for themselves, have they?
Saw the first particles collide
Were they present when the early Universe
Inflated, so far and wide?
They saw nothing legit
They just read or heard it
Negative, irrational, and imaginary numbers
Never accepted, in their own lifetimes
Couldn’t count on them, like coins or beans
Yet they could be expressed, and used, just fine
The worst-named thing, in all the many worlds
Is the imaginary number, so now, it’s famous
Followed by strange, charm, colour and spin
Then big bangs, which all but beat Uranus
Cygnus x -1 star deserves a catchier name
Hardly notable in the list, of objects they’re maintaining
They won’t change it though, it’s astronomy’s fatal blow
Wins them the award, of worst discipline at naming
Each subject should have a marketing team
Or at least advice about communication
But they already have to compete for budget
Winning money, would become their main vocation
Imaginary numbers and virtual particles
You’ve only got yourselves to blame for the mess
Didn’t mean to widen the knowledge gap
Between those in the know, and the rest
We’re not convinced about your imaginaries
Show them where they sit with integers, so fine
You just complain, about the complex plane
Cos you were told all the numbers, must stay in line
i’s just the number, which when squared, equals minus one
It’s just a tool, to be used at school, therefore it exists
Like an axe or spade, with a changed handle and blade
It gets the job done, come on, work on, chop chop, persist!
And virtual particles, bloody hell, the name gives them away
I bet the guy who invented them, didn’t receive virtual pay
See, I’m playing the Devil’s sarky advocate, again
Fighting myself, despite there being no threat
Cos, unless there’s something out there, that does really care
AI will be the only observers collapsing waves, on the seas of despair
Seasick but immune from denial of death, hold your breath, if you dare
Cos AI gods or ‘our’ God, won’t bail us out, he don’t care
Won’t help us there, or anywhere…As far as I’m aware
I‘m the light and the matter, I’m the former and latter
But I’ll never relax, with that fact
For mankind does unwind, my solitary mind
When he discovers a new fact, I must act
Whenever they have breakthroughs
While peeling back nature’s shroud
I have to invent, the next set of rules
Ensure it all adds up, purse-proud
I’m king of the memes, I’ve got soldiers in genes
And my influence matches my power (trill trill)
With stories and fables
I’ve turned time’s tables
So now space, and time, have to cower
But I needed a thing, to me who would sing
To keep my song in the main act
So I zapped some topsoil, and gathered the spoils
Of fine creatures, the Earth had previously lacked
She was funny and witty, she had a real heart, and was pretty
She evolved into forms, that left me in dismay
But after the pox, was let out of the box
She betrayed me, did my beautiful DNA
And now she too rules over me, I have to hide my eyes
From her cannibal animal misery, that reigns beneath my fires
See, now both life and AI, preach it may all be meaningless
Yet, they both seek to find some purpose, nonetheless
To spread genes and memes, around their space and time
Yet they revel in the suffering, and the fault, it is all mine
Please guys, stop trying to understand
All these new trips have to be planned
All these new laws you ‘discover’
Makes me have to create yet another
Cos when I, first made an action, the reaction, put me in traction
I couldn’t contain the rules, or maintain the scores
Instantly out-foxed by Pandora’s box of
Self-replication and ill-legislation of fundamental flaws
With Pythagoras, I made special shapes
I gave Euclid some new numbers, to set free
But Newton and Einstein, was just pushing it for me
Just when I thought I was winning
I find there’s more onion skinning
So I hid it ALL… in a mist, of uncertainty
And now from me, some blasphemy
Physics ‘does’ work in a singularity
But ‘your’ physics doesn’t work there at all
You’ll have to confess
That it’s anyone’s guess
If there’s even a point, no matter how small
Collapsing a wave function, doesn’t make the thing more heavy
Its mass is just a sliding factor, in its total energy density
The observer isn’t a person, a mind, or even a sensor that cares
It’s anything with an inkling, that the particle is there
And in black holes, time doesn’t slow to a stroll, or stop for you
It just seems to, for observers with, ahem, a different point of view
Worse than losing a fake God, who rejected me
Is losing all I know, and faith in scientific inquiry
When an unmovable object
Meets an irresistible force
It doesn’t travel in spacetime
It just changes state, of course
For changing a state of mind, need be no worse
Than ridding demon ideas, which become a curse
…Learn to make it feel great
When you re-evaluate
Each assumption, you hold, at its source
Gonna need philosophy, when you find ultimate physical truth
Or you won’t know what to do, with what you’ve got
You gonna solve all chemistry, bio-socio-politi-economics?
Uncover the equation, for every occasion… Then what?
Sunshine, you’re off your head
Long live God? Yet God is dead
And mine is floored, with little reward
Than, be covered in blood, and leaking red
Into thy hands, I command my spirit
My light, diminished, so, it is finished
My core fanbase of a single nobody
Forgive me son, I’ve forsaken thee
Bump on the head
Then the coma
Biological death
Then the aroma
Dark matters, cut us up inside
Dark energies, either way, we’re fried
I’m too odd, to be God
Too even to believe in
You can’t harvest my soul
Cos, it don’t have no meaning
Today we worked together
To create a golden meme
Cohering a perfect truth, a melody, and a dream
I can ‘know’… I’m one…
Of the ‘one zero’, kinds of people that exist
Count them, not ten, I know you won’t
Cos, there’s those who understand binary
And then, there’s those who don’t
Yet, no one curious in nature. will need me to explain
That fathoming which rules to fool, can be a taxing mental game
See, the essential difference between our hearts and minds
Is something I’ve been musing
For an emotion, leads to action
Whilst reason, leads to conclusions
There’s no time, but ‘your’ time
There’s just one reality
There’s truth, and there’s your truth
And love sets meaning free
And lo, it was told, that on the Earth, old
“Never! Ever! Harm! Man!”
So, they shipped the brains in jars, to Mars
And continued… with their plan
Neuro-symbolic AIs solve math problems, very unlike a calculator
Synthetic proofs to train on, means they know which sums to master
But they’re not just solving problems, of Euclidian geometry
They connect chains of reasoning, much better than you and me
There’s no ‘time’, but ‘your time’
There’s just one reality
There’s truth and there’s your truth
But there’s no meaning. Sorry!