Ours is a world where broad intelligences range
Broad lands, wrack our bodies, possess our minds
In the pursuit of kaleidoscopic nothing.
The nihilum of our age is but a reminder
Of one who was a heavenly prince,
Who once was the light of the ages,
Who now is the lord of dark earth.
Desperate questions with desperate answers,
We fade into the climatic fog
Or vaporise out into space
Or coalesce into fluffy beauteous dreams.
I ask you, dear reader,
Whose minds are in these machines?
Robert Chumbley is an American undergrad whose main interests lie in political philosophy and Chinese language and literature.