Soul or sole what keeps you grounded,
Faith or friction?
Holy or wholly what fills the void,
Divine sparks or data noise?
The algorithm calls, righteous one
Is its echo grace or blasphemy?
Faith or friction?
Holy or wholly what fills the void,
Divine sparks or data noise?
The algorithm calls, righteous one
Is its echo grace or blasphemy?
What we know, what we seek.
Splintered shards, shining shy,
Truth takes flight, but never flies.
See the story, stop and stare,
But remember—it isn’t all there.