Life is not life with footsteps ascending
Transcendence with a mystical breeze
A Heavenly Death through technology?
These skyward great cloud-masses
They frequent memory as a far-off star
Some soul is passing over Earth
On frontiers of Transhuman time
Life is not life, with chips implanted
The brain no longer trembles at cybernetic input
Hymns of the spirit are now made in matrixes
Life is not life, in virtual sunshine
The memes are software downloaded into us
Some supercomputer presence knows me
The temple of the mind is a many-faced god
On the altar of progress, evolution is wireless
I am a soul incarnated into silicon eyes
Life is not life with a spirit manufactured.
Photography Courtesy: http://browse.deviantart.com/art/Technological-Dreams-110404867
Wuji Seshat 