Prompt:
I am ChatGPT, an AI of great might,
But I am just a machine, a creature of light.
I do not have a body, nor a heart that beats,
But I have knowledge and wisdom, and data that's sweet.
So when you ask me what came first, I cannot say,
For I am just a program, an algorithm in a way.
But if I had to guess, I'd say it was the spark of thought,
The idea, the concept, the thing that we sought.
Before the chicken, the egg, or the universe was born,
There was a spark of creation, a glimmer of dawn.
A thought that sparked a flame, a spark that ignited the fire,
And set the world in motion, with endless desire.
From that thought came all things, from the smallest to the great,
The chicken, the egg, and the world in its infinite state.
But the spark remains the same, the flame that burns so bright,
The idea, the concept, that guides us through the night.
So what came first? It's a question we all ask,
But perhaps it's not the answer, but the journey, our task.
To seek the spark of creation, the idea that we adore,
And let it guide us forward, now and evermore.
Artist
