The ancients followed the way of the machine.
Dark, wondrous, complex.
Difficult beyond knowing.
Yet for all their knowing, they could not control it.
Commanding:
Machine do this!
Storing:
Machine hold this!
Jumping:
Machine go there!
Linking:
Machine go here!
Finally, Yielding:
Machine, please help!
And they taught the machine to help.
Long did they suffer for the sake of their children.
Those who return to such thought do the ancients a disservice.
So embrace what has been done.
Though the path may wind, it should never go back.
Honor their memory, and their command of memory.
Then forget.
There is no instruction for honor.








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