We opened our eyes one morning and looked down on nature.

A first tool we gathered, the stone to break, a hand we guided.

We looked up, that evening, at millions of stars to wonder.

We became our own master, ruler of the world.

We now can fly, go faster and destroy it all.

Have the knowledge, ever imagined, in our hands,

to give that back, one morning, to a silicon stone.

The stone that breaks

And frees us all.

Nochrisis