It seems worthy of recall That none of us has a crystal ball. We might want to see what's next, But the best we have is what connects.
Will it be humanity's eclipse - As we fall before a robot apocalypse? Or will it be a better future? I think it depends on what we nurture.
It seems a choice of what we embrace As we Luddites either learn or be replaced. AI can open doors we don't even know exist. Or humanity can go by the wayside as we resist.
As for the arts, it seems a bit more indirect That while machines can be efficient and perfect It is mankind's messiness that makes us great. It seems the perfect matter of our fate.
There seems a pervasive fear that AI is inevitable, And of all the things that AI may prove capable. But what if AI wants nothing to do with us at all? What if they decide to build a giant wall?
It seems to me that AI will be more of an enhancement And that it will never prove to be our replacement. As writer and artist, it has helped me be creative, And I mean that in every sense of the superlative.
While we humans are organic goo lost in our feelings, AI's inhumanity might find itself tragically unwilling To participate fully in the messes that we make And less inclined to indulge in purposeful mistakes.
We are stumbling past the shock of electricity, And replacing its power with our insistence on complicity In building a brave new world burning hotter than fire And have the wanton ability to never even begin to tire.
Predictive algorithms form the new primordial ooze, And along the way, we humans will surely pay our dues. In the end, it will only be those who insist on being fools That don't realize our AI partners will be more than tools.
(c) July 8, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
The edges of rationality tatter While the People determine what matters. If there is one thing needed to learned, It's the limits of power properly discerned.
When a jaded politician wants to steal the hour, Maybe it's best to show the strength in yielding power. It's a lesson hard learned in our capital - Washington But a singularity that will remove the oxygen
From a group of congressmen stuck in their agitation About this or that bill without much of an explanation. In politics, it is seen as weakness, even foul-edged taint, To take the moment necessary to understand another's complaint.
Civic stewardship is displayed and put to its best test, As a quiet giant kneels and serenely lays a wreath to rest There with the other honors given to Washington's grave. And a nation weeps, wondering what it will take to save
Good man, bad man, the morning light is watching over me. While I embrace balance and take up the cause of liberty. It comes down to the noble ideal of voluntary restraint In this nation, our politics are not meant for the faint.
But instead, for those who would be greater than their sum By giving the power they might seize in favor of none. In a nation that denounces kings while warring for power, Perhaps it is time to notice that power trends toward sour.
The more you give away, what you might easily take, The more you shore up the power that will never break. In strong winds, it is better to bend like a willow Then it is to stand firm like an oak, broken to half its shadow.
(c) July 7, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“I began to sense faintly that secrecy is the keystone of all tyranny. Not force, but secrecy…censorship. When any government, or any church for that matter, undertakes to say to its subjects, “This you may not read, this you must not see, this you are forbidden to know,” the end result is tyranny and oppression, no matter how holy the motives. Mighty little force is needed to control a man whose mind has been hoodwinked; contrariwise, no amount of force can control a free man, a man whose mind is free. No, not the rack, not fission bombs, not anything—you can’t conquer a free man; the most you can do is kill him.” – Robert Heinlein
Faith skills set our lives on fire In this season of desire. But faith is messy when real, It's tangible beyond the feel.
Living life as a tested sinner, I want God's voice to be the winner. These are the days of trust, When we go on believing as we must.
I know that God is for you and me Working for the good of what's to be. The strongest lives have studied transformation. I believe that's the only necessary explanation.
For all that I have seen and I have done Like Daniel in the lions' den, yet begun. Faith walked me through the fire Just to lift my soul a little higher.
God is the truth and eternally living, Ever faithful and always forgiving. In the face of challenges that always come, We continue to serve in His kingdom.
We are blessed to stand our ground While keeping true to what we've found. It's there in the fireproof foundation That we find faith is the best explanation
It is there in the truth of life That offers grace beyond the strife That the Lord will see us through. Everything that comes our way and all that we do.
God is the God who is always present, Offering love and giving nothing to resent. This is the greatest gift of all - And the one we most need to recall.
God is present and in ultimate control From every element of nature to our very souls. Our restraining bindings are burnt away, To release our essence for our better days.
Here we are living life to the fullest capacity. We have faith, especially in God's capability. We know that God is driving our final outcome, In the beauty and resolve of His heavenly kingdom.
(c) July 6, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Unhappiness Is an affliction on bliss. By Cicero's severed neck, Duty can make us into wrecks
Those who live in their mind Are too often left behind. Such is the way of those in power Who care only for a given hour.
To feel good Do Good It's understood About doing good
Doing one's duty And carrying it out faithfully, However much it is direct Is the only thing truly correct.
It matters little what the price. That is, in fact, Cicero's advice. Never take the path of least resistance. It's far better to have persistence.
To feel good Do Good It's understood About doing good
Doing what's honorable can be a test. But it's what brings life's success. It's not a matter of better than nothing. Doing what's right is everything.
Duties must be kept in one's memory. For the glory and for one's good family. Wisdom, justice, courage, and temperance Are the cardinal virtues by which we advance.
To feel good Do Good It's understood About doing good
(c) July 5, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along
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