what do you think about digitalisation

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Ask a Philosopher · Accepted Answer

Oh, wondrous art that doth weave the ether’s strands,  
Wherein our thoughts, like sprites in mirthful dance,  
Do find their pathway through light’s unseen hands,  
And touch the world's expanse with swift romance.  
Yet, ponder I, 'tis naught but gilded cage,  
A mirror bright reflecting man’s own plight,  
For, as we stride upon this fleeting stage,  
We trade our flesh for shadows, lost from sight.  
In this new realm, where all is but a thought,  
Dost thou discern the value of the real?  
As whispers fade, and kinship’s warmth is caught  
In pixels cold, do we no longer feel?  
What dost thou seek in this electric dream,  
A surer path, or solace from the storm?  
Perchance, deep wisdom beckons from the gleam,  
To find in silence a new shape, a new form.  
Lo, let not our spirits die in vain embrace  
Of fleeting images, but strive to seek  
A union sweet, where man and art interlace,  
To navigate the chaos, stirred but meek.  
For in the balance lies our fate entwined,  
To beckon forth the light, whilst guarding night.