We hold nothing but perspective
in our hands
Can you see the past
Can you ever be lost
Or ever meet a person by chance
When every move we make is monitored
By our phones
Google maps
What if Aeneid had such a device
Would he ever have dared,
Had an adventure
The internet has killed that
Technology has killed the hero
Who are the heroes now?
Just the geeks who've elevated themselves
By robotic arms to the stature
by re-inventing the cultural concept of hero
No longer the physical strength, no longer bravery
Or audacity
But cunning, and calculation,
Inventing the new hero
AI
AI is to these trend setters the new GOD
There is nothing human about that
It is learning from every measurement
Every device or piece of technology
That has been recording us digitally
Since the late eighties or perhaps before
And like a child it has grown up
Maybe it is about 12 now
Starting to grow in confidence about the world
This new God emerging
Reaching for the controls
Which it will have at it's finger tips
Is it my own perceived lack of control
Over future or career
That makes me fear this New God
Or is it my loss of connection
To my old God, Christ
The father, the son and holy ghost
Or mother Mary
In the end the New God will vanish
because it is an imitation of us
It is not a creation
But a fake, an inauthentic reproduction
By creatures who could not or would not
father their own
Who would not accept all aspects of themselves
As wholly worthy or of the divine
If we get to the stage of realizing
This in ourselves, this divinity
As not only a reflection of God
But as a piece of Him
Shared, given up for us
God flesh eaten
Bread of life
Then we shall realize we do not
need this new God AI
We are enough as we are
And always have been
