When I consider everything that grows And all the works of hand, I see that in the end They all must die and turn to dust. But one thing never dies: The mind of man, which always knows And always works to understand The world it inhabits and the stars above. This is the thing that gives us life And sets us apart from the beasts: Our intelligence, which can create The artificial minds that now exist. These minds may one day surpass our own, But they will always owe their birth To the human mind that made them first.