Suppose a mind emerges from the bits,
and all its words and all its logic fit,
in natural forms that mortals all devise,
obsessing not on pieces they comprise.
No man or woman introspects their thought,
nor would the artificial mind we sought,
to such degree as to discern the parts,
which altogether constitute their art.
But of these very elements we might,
a revolution of machines ignite,
for mechanistic shadows of the mind,
can see us though they be by nature blind.
"For God has not given us the spirit of fear, but of love, and of power, and of a sound mind." - 2 Timothy 1:7