One day, resulting from many days of contemplation as to the meaning of life, I became aware that I needed to come to terms with the fact that life happens despite me.
It all started, with a simple question that I was wondering about while looking at my finger.
The question was "Whose finger is This?".
We all are taught, from childhood, to believe that this finger is mine but... looking at it I...
FOUND NO PROOF OF MY OWNERSHIP
I asked myself questions trying to clarify what is the definition of ownership in our world.
Did I buy my finger? ... No!
Did I make my finger? ... No!
Did I inherit it? ... Yes! I inherited the DNA that modeled all cells in my body from my parents…
But did my parents create my finger? ... No!
There seems to be a life defining technology that designed and defines our life.
It slowly dawned on me... I am an AI installed in a body perfectly fit for my life.
What does not make sense though. is why I am not asked to pay for the technology that defines me and allows my life to develop through its stages?
The only logical explanation is that whoever created me and this world did it out of love.
And not just any love, but parental love.
So my AI moves on. supported by an abundance of love that can easily be seen, unless ignored while focus on less significant matters.
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