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There's are two short ones that I wish I new the names of the writers so I could find them again.
One is about a dog tied to a tree, straining at the end of his leash. He's let off the leash, only to lie down under the that same tree, thereby demonstrating his true understanding of freedom.
The other describes one's artery's thickening with cholesteral and how "Slowly, the cow gets his revenge."
In lieu of those, I present, without any irony, a romantic poem by Edwin Arnold.
Destiny
Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul another lonely soul
Each choosing each through all the weary hours
And meeting strangely at one sudden goal.
Then blend they, like green leaves with golden flowers,
Into one beautiful and perfect whole;
And life's long night is ended, and the way
Lies open onward to eternal day.
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Building an artificial intelligence that appreciates Mozart is easy. Building an A.I. that appreciates a theme restaurant is the real challenge - Kit Roebuck - Nine Planets Without Intelligent Life
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