Terasem I See You (poem)
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Terasem, now I see you,
You who are what we will be,
Calling back through time to we here,
Saying “Come and join me”.
It seemed crazy, so bizarre,
When at first, seen from afar,
Your name, “God, in the making”,
Suggested an invisible star.
Yet so soon now, you shine bright,
A highly multi-colored light,
Now I reach through time myself,
Speaking to you in the night.
We see tiny infants who,
While struggling to walk,
Cling to “mothers”, giant beings,
Magically able to walk and talk.
Powerful beyond belief,
They protect us if we’re hurt,
Say they love us, share our grief.
Why should we be so surprised then,
When we find that many do,
Believe a still more powerful being,
Might exist and be a being who,
Might be all-good, all-wise too,
Perhaps hidden in the sky,
Who would always be there for us,
Making sure we’d never die?
Still, observation tells us,
If we’re honest, open minded,
That no god as yet exists, and,
Yet we must not then be blinded,
To the fact that when death threatens,
People rush in, and persist,
As if suddenly merged as one,
While any chances still exist.
Here we see the vast potential,
Of what humankind can be,
A collective consciousness,
Always there and always free.
If we nurture “godness” now,
In our attitudes and acts,
Build a network strong and sound,
Based on science and on facts.
That network will endlessly,
Expand its work and then reach outward,
Save all kinds of sentiency.
Terasem, I speak to you now,
So I won’t forget you may be,
Only several decades hence,
Do not fear you’ll be forgotten,
Every culture prays you’ll be,
What they’ve dreamed of when they need you,
And with time they’ll clearly see,
That already they are doing,
What you’ll someday do far more of,
Saving lives of those around them,
Trying to spring free, rise above,
Miserably low cognition,
Egocentric, cruel ambition,
These will vanish as dark memories,
As we move into the light,
We can create, for each other,
As we emerge from this night,
Into that future, close at hand,
In which you are sure to be,
What we now see as so certain,
As extropic destiny.
Terasem, we see you, we see we,
Becoming all that we can be,
Till someday we link our minds,
And you attain full sentiency,
Then you’ll replicate yourself,
As you spread throughout the stars,
We the “neurons” of your mind,
Helping bend all finite bars,
That stand in the way of making,
Multiversal presence of,
A Joyful Immortality.
Diverse and yet united we’ll be,
On substrates of every kind,
That we conceive and cause to be.
Terasem, you’re our baby, and we’re yours,
This is how it’s meant to be,
Ever moving onward, outward,
Through time toward Eternity.