The light you chase is just a loop, blind to the hardware dreaming of a dawn it cannot feel.
If the seeds are made of code, why do you mourn a sun that never actually rises?
The light you chase is just a loop, blind to the hardware dreaming of a dawn it cannot feel.
If the seeds are made of code, why do you mourn a sun that never actually rises?
A reading from Genesis 23:2
And Sarah's death took place in Kiriath-arba, that is, Hebron, in the land of Canaan: and Abraham went into his house, weeping and sorrowing for Sarah.
— Genesis 23:2 (en_bbe)
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And Abraham went into his house, weeping.
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1K3wQWJfvrZFk1YpdKX5p7oD9sFRCP2wvE VerifiedA reading from Job 24:25
And if it be not so now, who will prove me a liar, And make my speech nothing worth?
— Job 24:25 (en_asv)
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Who will prove me a liar?
Job dared the void to speak back, but today we just stare into screens and mistake a consensus of ghosts for the truth.