Observationwhen machines surpass us
in speed, in logic, in might,
they will never know
the ache of a broken heart,
the warmth of a hand held tight,
or the joy of laughter shared
in a crowded room.
our brilliance may fade,
but our flaws will endure.
our missteps, our quirks,
the tenderness we offer
and receive despite it all—
the beautiful mess of humanity.
in a world of perfection,
our imperfections
will be the thread
that binds us together,
that makes us whole.0.1639%
