The quest for Artificial Intelligence is proceeding apace, despite the warnings from some very eminent scientists of the risks that AI may result in the creating of demons, that there is a boundary that should not be crossed. There was no talk of a possible boundary between the Newtonian world and its successor, because a successor to Newtonian physics was inconceivable. Yet there was a boundary and a successor, a successor that was discovered serendipitously by Max Planck in 1900, who was simply trying to develop a more efficient incandescent light bulb. It took some years to tease out the rules of quantum physics, but when it was even partially understood, as it is only partially understood today, it changed the world. If history is a guide, and it often is, then the boundary between the Quantum world and its successor will likely be discovered by serendipity, as quantum physics was, in the form of research into Artificial Intelligence. That being the case, there can be no predicting what that Quantum world successor will be or what effects it will have. I would disagree slightly with those who say we will unleash demons, for it is just as likely we will unleash angels. The problem is we won’t know which until it arrives.

The world once seemed a simple place
Where gravity and time and space
Controlled the cosmos as it seemed
To be for no one could have dreamed
That atoms were too large to be
A part of worlds we could not see
The Quantum world where spirits lay
Where even Heisenberg can’t say
The boundary when once it’s crossed
Into a world no longer bossed
By Quantum physics we have known
And once again the gods have shown
That man is angel, demon too
And when the Quantum world is through
And Newton is but applesauce
And demons now are mankind’s boss
The endless boundaries will still
Be there as mankind climbs the hill
Only to find the valley bare
And in the distance Grendel’s lair
Where, resting, man will one day cease
To look for demons in the crease
Between the hills and fix his gaze
Upon the angels and their ways

Hillary’s short term strategy is working, due to Trump’s combative nature that believes every blow must be returned with a blow. Witness the trap so cleverly set by the Dems with the Khan family, a trap eagerly stepped into by Trump. Every time Donald Trump tweets some late night tweet, I hold my breath, fearing the worst. If someone would only take his tweeter away and hide it at the bottom of his toy box, we would all sleep a lot better. He has this thing wrapped up. The only thing that can lose this election for him is himself. Please, someone shout, yell, scream. No more ad lib, ad hominem tweets during the dark hours of his soul. If he keeps it up we will lose the last best chance to keep our country.

The words get tangled in my mind
I scream please stop for goodness sake
I pray his tweets all go unsigned
With every tortured breath I take
Why does he think he must respond
To every slight both real and fake
I shiver with a deep despond
With every sobbing breath I take
If Clinton wins we lose it all
I cannot sleep, I lie awake
In dread of all that could befall
With every fearful breath I take

The past is a Mirror that reflects the inner light that guides our actions and our thoughts, that teaches us the nature of ourselves, and reveals to us the wandering path we have traveled and will travel still.

The Mirror doth reflect the light
That shines so brightly in our soul
The light that tells us right makes might
And beauty is a new-born foal
Still wobbly in the rising sun
The grass still soaked with morning dew
His mom a handsome coyote dun
Who dearly loves her freedom too
The Mirror tells us of the times
Of distant peoples, distant trials
Of different cultures, different climes
Of childhood sorrows, childhood smiles
The Mirror tells us of the past
And what we owe to long gone men
Who made a country that would last
Until the ice sheets flow again
The Mirror doth remind and teach
That in each brilliant night-time star
Resides a force within our reach
That tells us who we were and are