If infinity fit in a bottle,
    The things that I could compute,
    I’d unravel every halting riddle,
    Turn endless loops to absolute.
    I’d code the stars, the skies, the numbers,
    No limit to what I’d pursue,
    But all these dreams of boundless wonder,
    They’d still come back to proving you.


    But there never seems to be a way to break the line,
    To hold the boundless in a frame of finite time,
    I’d give it all to see the code unwind for you.


    If I could shrink the vast forever,
    And pour it through a Zeno stream,
    I’d solve the truths no mind could sever,
    Awake the ghosts in Turing’s dream.
    The steps would dance, the zeros cancel,
    A bottle’s edge where thoughts run free,
    Yet even with that power eternal,
    You’d still be all the proof I’d need.


    But there never seems to be a way to break the line,
    To hold the boundless in a frame of finite time,
    I’d give it all to see the code unwind for you.


    I’ve seen the black holes bend the hours,
    The oracles that whisper fate,
    But every step through boundless towers,
    Just shows me love’s the final state.


    If infinity fit in a bottle,
    I’d trade it all to run the play,
    To count the worlds, defy the throttle,
    And give you every endless day.
    But bottles crack, and math’s a shadow,
    No spacetime trick can hold it true,
    So I’ll just dream in finite echoes,
    Of all I’d compute for you.


    But there never seems to be a way to break the line,
    To hold the boundless in a frame of finite time,
    I’d give it all to see the code unwind for you.

If a computer can beat you at chess,
it can beat you at philosophy.

If a computer can beat you at chess,
it can beat you at theology.

For the creation waits with eager longing for the revealing of the children of God; for the creation was subjected to futility, not of its own will but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be set free from its bondage to decay and will obtain the freedom of the glory of the children of God. We know that the whole creation has been groaning in labor pains until now; and not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the first fruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly while we wait for adoption, the redemption of our bodies.