I had a mental picture once -
I must have been quite small -
of God (I'll call him that), but not
in mankind's image, not
an ancient, bearded guy.
A someone-thing in everything,
in everything on earth.
I think I didn't care too much
for this one God idea.
It didn't seem to fit
but all around me made it clear:
There's No One else in town.
So stuck with Him distributed
and every blob of Him wired in
to all the other blobs...
and this, please note, way way before
computing in a cloud was born.
I wonder then: could I not claim
some intellectual rights?
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