To bear so much memory, find in such chaos
Connectivity, and know the order is
Intrinsic, not made so by committee.
Too pure a pursuit of reason is madness,
For they no longer care enough to explain
How the wind and rain are one, why the birds
Sing notes at this moment, how it is music.
It is always a mistake, going up against
The anarchic spirit algorithm,
The social sanction of obedient belief
In defense of the individual, who no longer exists.
