It took me twenty years to realize something was missing in my life and that I was wired for mathematics and science much more than art. An intense, beautiful year of Computer Science opened my eyes to a Universe of possibilities that lay in the numbers. It’s as close as I am ever going to get to worship.
Our world is built on numbers
Our world is built on numbers.
Now God is dead, it transpires
The language of Angels was not Latin or Arabic
An endless stream of zeros and ones,
All our knowledge translated into switches.
An Electronic synapse twitches and gives birth To new forms of consciousness,
Maths liberates millions with an algorithmic key. And we high priests of this new order,
Are confined like penitents to cells where
We fly on wings of thought and code,
Loops and protocols until a
Concerned knock on the door breaks Us from our cyber trance.
We wander bleary eyed to a table
To recharge our frail biology,
Then plug back in and are lost again.
But my souls sings when I am with you,
My machine lover,
You make me whole like no flesh or blood can.