Beyond the Singularity
Once
upon a time a Caveman with a flint knife was carving a hunk of mammoth ivory. A
Dog trotted up and licked his face. The Caveman laughed and said “Good to see
you, ol’ buddy. Hey, look at this!” And he held up his carving; a portrait of
Grandmother. The Dog looked at it and sniffed; then he looked straight at the
Caveman and turned his head slightly diagonal. The Caveman put a hand on the
Dog’s shoulder. “Dear old friend,” he said, “I wish I could explain it to you!”
The Dog yawned, laid his head on his paws, and went to sleep. The Caveman wiped
tears from his eyes and resumed carving.
Moral: The higher, the fewer.
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