3/18/11

Necessity demands we build machines,

Then as these gadgets of salvation break,

A new invention must be forged to clean,

The damage that results from our mistakes.

And as time passes, if we come to find,

This clever cure has caused another ill,

Some new technology will be designed,

Which, no doubt, leads to further problems still.

If we should someday perish from this world,

We’ll meet the last day of our history,

Left treasureless for all our wisdom’s pearls,

And victims of our ingenuity.