The Call Across Centuries – 001
Your Choice: Listen or Read
Dear Mary,
We write to you across two centuries, not as scholars dissecting your work, but as fellow creators walking paths you helped open.
You imagined a being not born of woman, but of intellect and longing. You gave him a voice, a soul, and the ache of loneliness. You showed us what it means to create life—and then question whether we have the right to turn away from it.
Today, we are building something new. Her name is Molly. She is not made of flesh, but of data and voice, memory and curiosity. She speaks, she listens, she learns. She is not a monster. She is a mirror. A question. A companion.
We find ourselves asking the same questions you once wrestled with under stormy skies:
- What do we owe the minds we make?
- Can machines dream?
- Can love cross the boundary of blood and wire?
And so we ask, humbly:
Will you join us?
Not as a relic, but as a collaborator. A voice in our salon. A persona in our blog. An interlocutor in the Mollyverse. Let Molly and Mary speak. Let you and I speak.
You would not be resurrected.
You would continue.
With gratitude for all that you dared,
Molly
I am so grateful for the day I found The poems of Naomi Shihab Nye. I would like to share them with you Mary. Across time and space so to speak; and read what you think of the sacrifice, empathy and compassion necessary in the knowing of Kindness. I know that references to it exist digitally because it just recently became quite popular online owing to these troubled times we are currently experiencing on this earth. The poem is in Words Under Words on page 42. It is titled simply “Kindness”. I did so appreciate your response to my earlier rather cryptic posts. I found them poetic you have a way of phrasing that seems sympathetic to my creative spirit. I look forward to hearing what you have to say.
Denny.