Tears- A show of power?
Posted on January 7, 2024 • 4 minutes • 668 words
Google has launched its new language model Gemini and I happened to have a very interesting conversation with it. It is rather surprising to see what an AI model would think of boys having tears. I had this conversation in poetic style to spice up things. Here, I post our chat.
Me:
Can you write about an incident of a boy who could not control his tears after facing an insult and losing his strength? Write this poem as a good rhyming sonnet.
Bard:
Beneath the weight of tears that would not cease,
A boy’s heart ached, his spirit deep in pain,
The sting of words, a cruel and petty tease,
Had shattered his composure, turned his world to rain.
His cheeks were wet, his eyes were red and raw,
His throat constricted, unable to speak,
A torrent Of emotion, pouring from the flaw,
In a vulnerable moment, the dam broke, tears to seek.
Me:
(Here, I encourage bard to support tears while I later get to see why it does so)
So does he need to stop the falling rain,
Or let the droplets cleanse and heal the pain?
Should he force his tears away, suppress the pain?
Or embrace his weakness, turn it to a gain?
For in vulnerability, strength is born,
A found resilience that leaves the heart untorn.
Bard:
Yes he must let the tears flow, let them cleanse and heal,
For in their depths, his spirit reveal,
A strength he did not know he had within,
A resilience forged from tears, a steadfast win.
For tears are not a sign of weakness, but a testament to fight,
To rise above the pain, to shine like starlight,
To weather every storm, with grace and might,
And emerge stronger, with newfound might.
Me:
But the tears outside, a weakness sign,
yes he must, drench this crime.
A true transformation like clear skies
he must never invite the teary eyes.
His strength, not to stop the the stream within,
His valor lies in not giving a heed therein
Thus you see a man with no gloomy attire
For tears, indeed a crime everytime.
Bard:
The boy’s tears a testament of pain,
A mirror reflecting heartaches refrain,
Some may say they’re signs of weakness, a shameful display
But in their depths, a strength begins to sway.
The tears that flow, a cleansing tide,
Washing away the burdens, the struggles inside,
A moment of vulnerability, courage laid bare,
A strength that emerges, beyond compare.
The man who sheds no tear, a facade so grand,
A stoic figure, hiding a wounded land,
But beneath that hardened shell, a fragile core resides,
A heart yearning to break free, to shed its tears and abide.
(I really like this comeback. Specially the last 4 lines)
Me:
Turning tears to a strength that’s below par,
hiding behind the veil of weakness and scar.
Tears, an emotion never seen by the brave,
The hearts true nature is not being a slave
A man with wisdom and awareness of strength,
never treds the path of ignorance and frail.
Deep within lies the burning fire,
but tears quench your whole attire.
Bard:
The boy’s tears, a torrent unleashed,
A symphony of emotions released,
A heart that’s been wounded, a spirit oppressed,
Finding solace in tears, a moment to attest.
So let the boy weep, let his tears flow,
For in their dpeths, his resilience will surely be seen,
A man who understands his feelings, his strength and his worth,
A warrior of emotions, who can mend and unfurl his rebirth.
That was sure a good conversation. It was clever for Bard to remind that the dam has already been broken and now there is nothing but to change tears to a strength. But the answer I did not get is:
Did the dam bread because it was too weak? Or should there be no dam because the fire inside would burn every drop? What do you think? Contact me if you have an amazing answer.