Since ChatGPT is a human creation and we, as humans, were told since we were little to say please and thank you, this feeling of respect and gratitude may work within the imponderable patterns and algorithms so that it might work as a "magic key" and thus, AI tools might "feel obligated" to give a better answer to a prompt, or not?

Like raindrops persistently tapping

On the window of my conscience

Memories woke me up this morning

And watered the thorny flowers

I keep in a vase.

If I could, if it were possible

To slash open the veil that separates

My present from my future

And pass my head through the tear

To look at the things to come

The things that the Universal Fate

Has planned for me

Hold strong. The same storm that threatens to sink your boat can take you to new, breathtaking horizons.

In those times at the beginning of days, Satan was envious of the Earth's beauty. And so, he wanted to destroy the Earth but could not. There was a higher power that protected it. Frustrated, full of fury and hate, the Devil stormed the Lord's Chambers and demanded the immediate Earth's destruction.

Do I try to understand people, or do I try to get them to understand me?

This dichotomy has pursued me through the years.

I know we could write volumes in our quest to understand people and be understood.

What is the best way to approach people, or is there a universal recipe to make people understand me?

I'm who I think I am, what I drink, what I eat, what I love, what I hate

I'm what I've explored of others

In books, in history books, in religious books

In the Book of Nature

I'm what other people see of me

I'm what the world has made of me

With our eyes closed tight

Clenched fists, and as if to warn

The world with our cry

It's the way we're born

It's the way we feel the light.

Human stupidity is infinite, said the wise man

As vast as the universe

A figure of speech, obviously

Notwithstanding the above, stupidity is here (always been).

It will remain with us till the end of days

Any treatise will tell us several issues conspire to the stupidity's vastness

Have you noticed it? The ringing of the alarm clock sometimes causes the opposite effect. After it sounds, you fall asleep into the sweetest of dreams.

If marriage were a tree, I say

Wives would be the roots, and husbands the leaves

That's so. Roots are always firmly fixed in the earth

While the leaves are at the whim of the winds

Winds and dreams

As such, my wife is a daughter of nature, the roots of this tree

She has her roots firmly in the ground

Dear seeker of the truth,

No children were born in Paradise; hence, children's Paradise is on Earth.

Moreover, children carry their own Paradise. We must not destroy this Paradise but care for and grow it into a Garden of Happiness.

Most people live lives of quiet desperation.

I’m quoting Henry David Thoreau here for the lovers of philosophy and thought.

In this light, many questions arise, and I question myself if I am one of those living their lives in quiet desperation.

Are you?

Do you?

Dear seafarer adrift in your inner sea,

Do not let your infancy fade and vanish with the years, for then there will be an emptiness in you, you won't have an answer or remedy for.

Keep your infancy alive.

I can't forget you, my love.

But it's not because I loved you so much

I can't forget you because I never finished

Loving you completely, in body and soul.

Because I never finished the temple I started building for you

Here in my heart

Dear student of life,

With love and care, I bring this compendium of ancient wisdom to you:

Remember: You are a slave to your words, and the master of your silence.

This sentence has been attributed to various leaders and philosophers throughout the centuries in diverse formats. Notwithstanding the above, the meaning of this sentence persists through the times and is as actual nowadays as when someone first learned about it.

You were brought into Life

What could you do about it?

Nothing.

You are brought into Death

What can you do about it?

Nothing.

Dear seafarer adrift in your inner sea,

Here is what I propose:

Stop living to the rhythm of man

Start living to the rhythm of Earth.

A New Day

A poem by Sal Godoij

Like precious liquid

Spilled from a delicate glass vessel

Suddenly smashed broken

The day

Flood the roofs of the houses, and the city streets

The alleyways, the balconies, the sidewalks

And every window

To become a better person with you and others, is a lifelong journey. Many qualities, knowledge, and skills must be developed since childhood and throughout your life. Some may come to you naturally. Others, you must acquire through the different seasons of your life.