A poem about why knowledge will be humanity's greatest failing |
Shielded eyes, she steps into the light. The glare is blinding. She'd spent so long in the dark, she'd forgotten what the light looked like. It seared pupils, leaving an imprint in her vision. Slowly, she eased her eyes open. She looked up at the sky, made of fire, And suddenly, she knew. She knew nothing, and everything, All at the same time. The whole world, the whole universe, Was laid out before her, its simplicity enhancing its beauty. It taught her how to manipulate everything, Matter, energy, even time. She was...everything. Did this make her God? The one thing she couldn't answer. She could bend the entire universe to her will. Nothing was beyond her powers. The power of knowledge is all-consuming. A human, with all the knowledge in the universe is still, biologically human. And a human brain was never intended for omnipotency. Every cell in her brain began to overload. Tissue exploded as DNA destabilised, atom by atom. Her eyes began to glaze over as death embraced her, Its finality almost refreshing after those moments of infinity. And all at once, she was plunged into the dark again. And once again, she forgot about the light, After the eons of blackness. |