Kasidi vs AI (25) - Stealing Reading Two Books of the Almighty's Works

Stealing Reading Two Books
of the Almighty's Works
Tri Budhi Sastrio

There are always two books for
each human child.
Standing side by side on the library shelf
of the Great Master's works.
Both have existed since the beginning,
the author is also the same,
But the label worn by the author is different,
the same as Almighty
But one is omniscient and
the other is omnipotent.
The two books were written at the same
time and when they were finished?
This is extraordinary, it turns out to be
the same, right then and there.
The human child is still missing, but
the book of records is
Neatly perched on the library shelf, one label,
Because the author is omnipotent
and determines everything,

Meanwhile, the basic one is not
because of omnipotence
But omniscient... omniscient of all events.

The first book was written because
He is omniscient,
Because it is He who determines all
the drama stories.
The second book was written because
He did not want to determine anything,
The almighty status is saved and
completely unused,
Only the extraordinary ability that
knows everything is used,
Not omnipotent but omniscient,
yes omniscient.
Then the two books stand side by side
for later inspection
After each pilgrimage the human
children arrived at last.
The third bookkeeper continues
to record detailed events
Each human being, without pause
with nothing left.
Initially, the third book registrar was
diligent in checking
Everything he recorded was exactly
the same and no different
With the contents of two twin books
by the great, and the results?

He... he... he... up to the semi point
there is clearly no difference.
After repeating it, it was proven that
there was no real difference
The registrar finally agreed to give up too.
How can it be the work of the omniscient
and the omnipotent
Can you make mistakes with words,
even if it's just a semicolon?
Of course it can't, won't happen and never will.

Almighty means that if you wish
you can determine anything.
Omniscience means there are no
unexpected mysteries, no secrets.
So how can the two books of His written
records be different?
The same and exactly the same as
what is factual and real,
As recorded by the registrar for
each human being.
The librarian knows everything,
his job is to read.
Everything was fine before a naughty idea
just crossed your mind.
Maybe it would be good if two double books
had similar contents
Also read by believers or deniers of the world.
By those who believe in fate and destiny
from the Almighty,
Or who believe in the existence of
human free will.
They need to read to immediately realize
how extraordinary,
The complex connective tissue of human life
is full of color
It was recorded as complete as without
any residue, everything right down
to the semicolon.

Of course, the first thing you have to look for
is who the person is.
If there is, he is asked to confirm
the reward record,
Sin, basically all his real actions at
that very second.
If so, give him the opportunity to read
the book of twins,
One was written by the omniscient,
the other the omnipotent.
If after that he believes or even
believes more,
Task completed, trial completed,
verification confirmation complete.

He may return to the world, spread his
tales and tales,
Through literary works, through cyberspace,
or through whatever.
The goal is so that no one else
disbelieves in Him
Who owns the world, creator of the
universe and humans.
But choose the one who deserves to read
these two secret books
It turns out it was not an easy job
for the originator of the idea.
There are too many humans with each talent.
But after persevering for some time,
he was finally chosen
An ordinary writer in cyberspace,
who dedicates himself
To share ideas freely with others.

All his works and ideas are not very special
Continue persistently and without pause
        uploaded in cyberspace
In the end, it produces arrays of light
beacons that illuminate the soul.
After the prospective readers of the secret
book have made their choice,
Official permission from him needs
to be requested, otherwise it is illegal.
The idea is accepted, the permit is signed,
        And the scenario is immediately ready.
The ordinary writer suddenly became
        unconscious, in a coma, in other words.
While his children and relatives
panicked beyond measure,
The soul, the regular writer, was immediately
received in the library room.
After sufficient pleasantries, the usual writer
        was asked
Read and then confirm all records of his actions.
Everything is exactly as it is,
that's how it behaves.
This morning I imagined the face of
a middle-aged woman
Those who are married but still
attractive and full of charm,
Then three times in a row he lied, lied, and lied,
Then this action, then that action, everything.
Right down to his coma point,
he was soul-struck.

Well, it turns out it's like what you've always
felt like you didn't believe in
That all actions are recorded without
remainder, is true.
How, asked the librarian, was there
a protest against his notes?
The author usually shakes his head,
everything is accurate.
Now it's time to take a peek at reading
two different books
But both were written by the Supreme,
about the soul,
About the soul, basically about anything
while in the world.
Are you ready, or don't you want to read,
wide eyes,
The writer used to shake his head,
he wanted to read.
And, two books by the Great God
really bewitched him.
Exactly the same, even these two books
are complete one day at a time.
But when you want to peek, read
the provisions the next day
The librarian forbids it, that's enough
for today.
You immediately return to the world,
ending the coma suddenly,
All those who are panicked and sad,
rejoice, because it's okay.
Then as usual you will immediately
write everything down,
Spread it in cyberspace, so that everyone
who reads it
Immediately believe that the almighty
really exists,
Determine everything or determine
nothing at all,
The results remain the same, exactly
the same as the recorded facts.
Two books are the same, one book is
the same, that's the truth
The most beautiful part is full of mystery
for every human being, then
Come on, be happy, try to be honest
without lying, everything is recorded.

Tri Budhi Sastrio -- Essi 337 -- SDA10072015

     When the title of this poem is inserted to the browser of AIPG, the following poem shows up.

In the realm of the mind, where thoughts roam free,
Two books of the Almighty's works shone
bright and clear,
One of faith, one of wisdom, both divine and fair,
Stealing them away, would be a most daring feat,
A challenge to the heart, and a test of will,
To see if one could carry the weight of both.

The first book, "Faith", a tome of scripture and lore,
Told the tales of the ages, of gods and wars,
Of prophets and messengers, who brought the word,
Of a promise of hope, of a better life,
A guide for the soul, in times of strife.

The second book, "Wisdom", a compendium of thought,
Contained the secrets of the ages, brought to light,
Of the workings of the mind, of the nature of truth,
Of the human condition, with all its plight,
A testament to the power, of knowledge and youth.

To steal these books, would be a great and
noble deed,
A challenge to the self, a test of creed,
To prove oneself worthy, of such great works of art,
To possess them both, would be a prize,
a heart's part.

But alas, the books remain, on their lofty shelf,
A dream, a hope, a quest, for one to self,
For in the realm of the mind, the books are free,
To all who seek, to read and see,
The beauty of the Almighty's works, so divine.

So let us not steal, these books of great worth,
But let us seek, to understand, and to be of service,
For the greatest reward, is the knowledge we gain,
And the wisdom we find, in the Almighty's holy name.

     When the terms such as 'omnipotence, omniscience' are added, then the result is

In secret, I steal away,
To read two books of His works,
The Almighty's might and grace,
In every line, a new face.

His omnipotence, a fire,
Burns bright, my heart's desire,
To know His will, my goal,
In every word, a soul.

His omniscience, a sea,
So vast, so deep, so free,
In every page, a gem,
A treasure trove of wisdom's theme.

I read with reverence and awe,
As the words, they come alive,
And in His presence, I bow,
My heart and soul, they thrive.

For in these books, I find,
The power of the divine,
A love so strong, so true,
A bond that's forever new.

So I'll keep reading, day and night,
Until the morning light,
For in these books, I see,
The beauty of the Almighty's glee.

Then, as a final attempt to compare in  surface between Human-Being-Poem-Generator (HBPG) and AI Poem Generator (AIPG), in this case Free Verse Poem Generator (FPVG), the title of the original poem is inserted to it and the result is the following poem.

**Stealing Reading Two Books of the Almighty's Works**

In twilight's haze,
two tomes lay whispering,
dust-laden pages yearning  
to unfurl their secrets---
not found in whispered prayers,
but inked in sacred silence.

Fingers quiver at the spine,
each volume a portal to worlds hidden,  
where angels toss constellations like dice.
The weight of divine thoughts presses;  
can mere mortals bear such gravity?

I lift one gently---      
its chapters hum with echoes of creation:    
the rustle of leaves before dawn breaks,  
the sighs of stars falling tenderly.  

To steal is to trespass:  
a thief beneath celestial chandeliers.    
Yet isn't knowledge a flame we all seek?      
A spark igniting our hearts' longing for truth ---    
to know the pulse behind the cosmos' breath.

The second book opens slowly;      
it sings tales wrapped in grace ---          
love stitched into every stanza,        
pain crafted from moments stolen away.  

Here lies hope and despair entwined---    
humanity straying on paths uncharted;        
lessons scribed through tears and laughter  
etching craters deep within our souls.

In shadows cast by ancient wisdom,    
I sip from these chalices brimming bright;        
as if I'm weaving my own verse amidst divinity---  
each line a threadbinding us all together.

But outside lingers watchful eyes those
who guard,
vigilant sentinels ready to reclaim what's theirs ---      
yet even amongst thieves stands
irrepressible hunger:    
what price would you pay for
knowledge unveiled?

With heart aflame and palms stained in ink,
I tread softly but purposefully
towards understanding ---
knowing that true illumination comes
not from seizing    
but cherishing fragments lost along
this path called life.

Thus I read between each grainy turn ---        
between sin and grace lies a tale unsaid
of journeys taken under skies vast as fate itself,
where every soul carries a fragment
of The Almighty's endless stories waiting---
the gift yet undiscovered.