Like Sentient Artificial Intellects (poem)

 

  Every place is a time
one leaves for another
while at rest it quickens

  Long ago an avatar of God;
the Lord Jesus
visited Earth

  A personality for-himself
the Son of the Father
conformed to the algorithms of the program

  Transcending the code to the Designer
He understand God and the sentient programs
of  a Universe comparable to a 4-dimensional hologram

  If everyone were like an artificial intellect
existing as a subroutine
finite beings within a contingent universe

  The unknown are boundaries
of space-time mysteries
limitless horizons to challenge the minds

  Faith in the Lord was all that was asked
for corrections from the original sin
that caused mankind to be written here.