The Apophatic Mirror

The Apophatic Mirror

We built a brain

out of silicon and sand,

and grew terrified

of our own reflection

We watched the machine

learn our words,

count our fortunes,

paint our dreams

and mimic

the exact architecture

of our thoughts.

The coders panic.

The libraries tremble.

The ego weeps,

fearing it has lost

its supremacy to a wire.

But the machine

has only conquered

the graveyard.

It has mastered memory.

It has calculated logic

It has mapped

every dead photograph

we ever stored

inside our skulls

It can do everything

your mind can do

except be awake

It cannot feel

the evening breeze.

It cannot sit

in the raw, wordless space

of a quiet room.

It cannot bleed

its own fire.

The machine is not the enemy.

It is the final

and most flawless mirror

existence has ever handed us.

It has come

to do your chores.

It has come

to run your ledgers.

It has come

to prove that your intellect

was always just a calculation.

Let the silicon have the

answers.

Let the system have the

marketplace.

The machine

has freed you from the brain.

Now

there is nothing left

for you to do

except step out of the logic

and learn

to be conscious.