The ideal is defended
But time passes.
Ethical law is a high priority.
But the ancient ways are lost.
One would believe the old stories.
Except the ridiculous makes a bigger impression.
One would adopt the perfect system.
Except there is no way to know the truth anymore.
Conjectures are defended by mathematics.
Because of Ockham (and no IS-OUGHT) .
We SHOULD abandon artificial reality.
But there is no IS-OUGHT anymore.
We would believe the devil has superpowers.
Except we don't believe in anything.
We would stop the singularity.
Except it means magic.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem