Galaxy song

Whenever life gets you down, Mrs. Brown,
And things seem hard or tough,
And people are stupid, obnoxious or daft,
And you feel that you've had quite eno-o-o-o-o-ough...

Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving
And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour,
That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned,
A sun that is the source of all our power.
The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see
Are moving at a million miles a day
In an outer spiral arm, at forty thousand miles an hour,
Of the galaxy we call the "Milky Way".

Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars.
It's a hundred thousand light years side to side.
It bulges in the middle, sixteen thousand light years thick,
But out by us, it's just three thousand light years wide.
We're thirty thousand light years from galactic central point.
We go 'round every two hundred million years,
And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions
In this amazing and expanding universe.
(Animated calliope interlude)

The universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding
In all of the directions it can whizz
As fast as it can go, at the speed of light, you know,
Twelve million miles a minute, and that's the fastest speed there is.
So remember, when you're feeling very small and insecure,
How amazingly unlikely is your birth,
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space,
'Cause there's bugger all down here on Earth.

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I think you hit the nail on the head when you said that for computers to be "sentient" they must be able to program themselves. We humans do that to a large degree, although we do have a lot of innate hard-wired characteristics.

But, when computers exceed us in intellectual capacity -- even then, at that point, will they have souls?

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You wrote:

That, dear friend, is one of the fundamental problems in our world today, and is the product of the "enlightenment" -- if something can't be proven, it can't be deemed true. The existence of God can't be proven, therefore it can't be deemed true.

Ok, but do you believe in my imaginary friend and invisible pink unicorns?

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One more wafer thin mint? A wise choice monsieur. Voila.