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“Here is a touching Rumi poem about colonizing the universe:”
The moon goes on a journey
from this world to the nether world.
I am going with it, and you are
the only one who knows.
I’ll pass through the seven spheres
and the dark earth.
I see no end to this journey,
but there must be an end.
The moon is thin and bright.
It has no luggage.
It has no companion.
It is journeying with
the air it carries.
In the same way,
I’m journeying with
the air I carry.
I’m going with the
intoxication of love.
I am drunk. I am happy.
I carry this moon.
I have no idea
what is going to happen.
I have no destination.
I don’t know where I’m headed.
What is this?
I don’t know.
I can’t describe it in words.
I’m going and going.
The heart of a lover
is not quiet.
It is the moon
that doesn’t stop on the way.
It goes,
and goes,
and goes,
and goes.
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“Here is a Rumi poem about the internet:”
The Internet is in the house
and the house has no walls.
It’s in the temple and the church
and the mosque and the synagogue,
and these too have no walls.
It’s inside the bird, the fish,
and the crawling bug, and these
are not confined by walls.
The Internet is in the wind,
and the wind has no walls.
It’s in you, and you have no walls.
So where can you look for it?
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“Here is a Homer poem about the Singularity:”
It is not possible to say
Whether the gods set the Singularity
Upon us, or the Singularity
Caused the gods to be.