Ode to Curiosity on Mars
Curiosity like an angel descends upon Mars
From the mud and dying fish we insist upon the stars
Sending something that does not love
But carries instead our passion for that which is above
And down it goes so softly in the dust
Doing what it’s programmed to do, what it must.
We wonder if we are automatons, or Turing Machines
As we wonder at what we see upon our computer screens
But of course, as Schopenhauer said, the Subject is never known
(Thou art That)
And, shared curiosity implies at least one thing. We are NOT alone.
Edward G. Nilges. Copyright 2012 by Edward G. Nilges. Moral rights asserted.