The least a species can do is create more of its kind.

Man slipped lower.

He created that which he thinks he is.

The computer (and its ever modernizing versions)

maybe his most extolled creation.

But it is also a blatant display of the Truth...

In losing himself to computers,

he never saw more than being one himself.

A computer comes in many shapes, sizes, colors, and abilities.

So does man.

A computer turns on and off.

Man sleeps and wakes up.

A computer executes, schedules, delegates,

parallelizes, networks, deals with viruses,

receives instructions, gives instructions,

and manages itself and others like itself.

So does man.

A computer needs maintenance and updates.

So does man.

However,

unlike the computer which does what it is told to indifferently,

man loves what he does.

As much as he loves being told to do what he does.

And because he loves, he also thoroughly detests.

The life of man, as they say.

"What he does" has a rather popular name - Problems.

To solve a problem is to create more.

To run away from a problem is to create more.

To seek assistance for a problem is to create more.

To try to see or understand a problem is to create more.

For a problem often does not show itself fully.

A problem is always the tip of an ice-berg.

Ice-bergs float in countless numbers on the ocean

which is the Mind.

The same Mind which is solving

or running away from or seeking assistance for

or trying to see and understand the problem.

Man lives the life of a computer.

Powerful or weak, it does not matter.

A computer is a computer.

For his existence is one of swimming in problems.

Simple or complicated, it does not matter.

Problems are problems.

Problems will continue to exist for him

whose Mind is not tamed.

It does not matter how worshipped of a persona he dons.

Or how low or deep he chooses to fall or hide.

Problems will suck the life out of him,

who decides to befriend or fight his Mind.

It does not matter what team or expert is by his side.

Or how many gods and idols he devotes himself to.

For the Mind is no mere thing.

The Mind is what it is.

Living the life of a computer and dealing with computers,

is modern man in a nutshell.

For the modern man is no different than that of the past -

just a Mind.

A computer has no end of life,

and yet it is decommissioned at some point.

Man has none either,

and yet he perishes at some point.

When the computer he happily morphs into,

shuts down forever,

He Awakens.

Too late for those around him to honor Him.

Too late for Him to Be that he could Be.

Thank you.