War forces adaptation

 "Yours is not to make reply, 

   Yours is not to reason why,

   Yours is but to do or die!"

~ my drill sergeants take on Tennyson's poem

Information variation

 

In data's dance, a change, 

Information, not strange. 

It shifts our view, 

In ways so new, 

A force that does arrange.

In quantum's state, it lies, 

In thermodynamics, it flies. 

Epistemology's quest, 

Ontology's test, 

In every field, it ties.

From genes to cosmic space, 

Information sets the pace. 

It shapes our thought, 

In ways we're taught, 

A never-ending chase.

In every byte and bit, 

In every word that's writ, 

It brings to light, 

In day and night, 

The world in which we sit.

Craving adoration

 Sing, O Muse, of Gilgamesh, the king of Uruk's might, 

Whose heart was filled with sorrow, in the palace, late at night. 

Upon his throne he sat alone, with tears that fell like rain, 

A courtesan dismissed, an advisor's harsh disdain.

"Leave me!" cried the mighty king, his voice a mournful wail, 

Lost in memories of glory, and a quest that could not fail. 

His mind did drift to days of old, when he and Enkidu, 

Set forth to seek eternal fame, with hearts both brave and true.

Through forests dark and mountains high, they journeyed side by side, 

To face a beast of monstrous form, with courage as their guide. 

With pride and hubris in their hearts, they challenged gods above, 

Defying fate and sacred laws, in their quest for endless love.

With sword and strength they struck it down, and victory was won, 

But hubris brought the gods' wrath, and their troubles had begun. 

Enkidu, the wild man, fell ill and met his end, 

Leaving Gilgamesh in grief, without his dearest friend.

In desperation, Gilgamesh sought out the secret lore, 

To find the path to immortality, and live forevermore. 

He traveled far, through lands unknown, to seek an ancient sage, 

A man who lived beyond the flood, and far beyond his age.

But wisdom came with bitter truth, and Gilgamesh did learn, 

That mortal man must face his fate, and to the earth return. 

With heavy heart, he journeyed back, to Uruk's mighty walls, 

Wiser now, and humbled by the lessons fate befalls.

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Thousands of years did pass, and time did weave its tale, 

A nameless sage, with brush in hand, began to unveil. 

Imagining the ancient past, he painted scenes of plight, 

Using colors of ambition, suffering, and might.

A portrait of the king was formed, with hubris in his eyes, 

A story of a hero's fall, beneath the endless skies. 

Yet in the painter's crafted work, his own ambition lies, 

And we, the viewers, feel the weight of his biased guise.

For in the painting, truth is bent, ambition's heavy cost, 

The glory sought, the battles fought, and all that had been lost. 

Thus ends the tale of Gilgamesh, the king who sought to rise, 

And dreamed in his legacy, true immortality lies.

Stardust of organic molecules

 

The Babel of Tweets

 In a city where voices were one, 

Shared stories shone like the sun, 

United, they built towers high, 

Reaching ever towards the sky.

Then many voices came to play, 

Ideas multiplied each day, 

Harmony began to fray, 

Truth and lies led minds astray.

Echoes of fears and desires, 

Fed the flames of hidden fires, 

Unity turned into spires, 

Of distrust and tangled wires.

The towers stood, unfinished, tall, 

As people scattered, one and all, 

Lost in echoes, heed the call, 

Of division, rise and fall.

In the end, the city lay, 

Silent in the break of day, 

Voices faded, gone astray, 

In the ruins, shadows play.

The fastest way to power

Ever noticed how some people seem to rise to the top by claiming others' achievements as their own? 

Machiavelli believed that sometimes you have to play dirty to stay in control. Taking credit for others' work? Totally a Machiavellian move.

The ancient strategist Sun Tzu said all warfare is based on deception. Grabbing credit can be seen as a sneaky strategy to get ahead.

Clausewitz thought war was just politics by other means. Stealing credit can be a decisive action to show dominance.

While taking credit for others' work might get you ahead quickly, it can damage your reputation and relationships in the long run. Stable power comes from integrity and lifting others up. The fastest route isn't always the best one.

When the world burns

When the world burns, no walls can shield, 

From flames that rise, and truths revealed. 

Climate's wrath, pandemics' spread, 

Economic woes, and fears widespread.

In a world ablaze, illusions fall, 

No ocean wide, no border wall. 

Disasters strike, health crises loom, 

War and famine, shadows of doom.

Walls erected and tariffs high, 

Deportations, a futile cry. 

The future's bleak if we divide, 

Together strong, apart we slide.