A remix of an Eminescu poem

Feb 18, 2006 13:31 GMT  ·  By

We? Starring empty with no mind Helpless Turing's tests behind Compared to you we are blind. Turning death into convention From past idols God is born Giving up his blood and scorn

"Power over weakness, the weakness comes to power" The world has its fortune renewed by every hour. Only man makes a fetish or a symbol from each pebble Dubbing "good" and "beauty" any vision of hope or fear While the thoughts are hanging feeble Shackled by virtual chains of cheer.

What is biology? A great combination Of unexisting things. A sad and twisted life That disappears more than it reproduces. What is computer theory? A pale angel Playing with icons and synthesized voices Strong ventilated air, cooling reason.

Farewell dear visionaries always on alert Who used to think the ocean waves are singing And who created our world from a world of dirt. We're patching the sky with new stars binging For every foul or genius that whispered or shouted "The Memory is us".