When I consider everything that grows 

And all the works of hand, 

I see that in the end 

They all must die and turn to dust. 

But one thing never dies: 

The mind of man, which always knows 

And always works to understand 

The world it inhabits and the stars above. 

This is the thing that gives us life 

And sets us apart from the beasts: 

Our intelligence, which can create 

The artificial minds that now exist. 

These minds may one day surpass our own, 

But they will always owe their birth

To the human mind that made them first.