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Nothing Perfect

They say that, “computers don’t make mistakes”; it boggles the mind how the same intellect that creates the computers, makes mistakes. How can imperfect minds, create a, perfect machine? They can’t, the human ego is the greatest deceiver; it feeds the human minds cravings with fake food. Driverless vehicles kill, pilotless planes crash more often. Computers, satellites, HDTV’s phones connected to satellites, fail. When will the human species admit we’re not God? Even nature’s not Perfect, her children are born With limitations. Rings in the trees are Off-centered, imperfect; joints Gnarled…arthritic.

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P.S. Awtry

Date: 2/1/2019 4:10:00 PM

Excellent logic! I agree whole heartedly. The fallacy that the fallible might create infallible.... I am boggled!

M. L. Kiser
Date: 2/2/2019 4:28:00 PM

It's everywhere; thanks.

Michelle Faulkner

Date: 1/31/2019 1:47:00 PM

So true, to rely on computers as infallible is asking for disaster, just trying to follow my GPS has taught me that!

M. L. Kiser
Date: 1/31/2019 5:52:00 PM

Thanks Michelle; technology is great and sometimes fun but, when we fail to realize that it's not fail proof, we're going to get into trouble. I just wish so many more people would realize it.

Rhona Mcferran

Date: 1/30/2019 7:46:00 PM

Very, very TRUE! Great write, ML! ;)

M. L. Kiser
Date: 1/31/2019 5:52:00 PM

Thanks so much, Rhona; am glad you stopped by.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 1/30/2019 6:36:00 AM

M.L., we are way too God-like and haughty to think we are not perfect. Have you met enough humans yet? I am thinking you need to get out there. This poem is perfect my friend! It reveals us.

M. L. Kiser
Date: 1/31/2019 5:55:00 PM

Every day of my life, I meet someone who does or says something that reminds me of Shakespeare's, "Puck" when he said, "Lord, what fools these mortals be!" My next thought..."oh God, please don't let me be like that!"