biology scifaiku poetry
the great Einstein's
frontal lobes -
who took the last slice?
“Simulacra!” an oh-so French whine
“But what if God himself can be simulated, that is to say, reduced to the signs which atttest his existence? Then the whole system becomes weighteless; it is no longer anything but a gigantic simulacrum: not unreal, but a simulacrum, never again exchanging for what is real, but exchanging in itself, in an uninterrupted circuit without reference or circumference.” — Jean Baudrillard, [spelling sic]