The Robot

I am a robot.

All I do is conditioned. I arise in the morning and go through my programmed activities and responses, exactly as I am wont to do. This is not from me, I function as an automaton.

But deep down inside, can I not find, underneath, a different self, an essence, from my childhood, perhaps seasoned, less naive, yet still open and fresh?

And cannot this deeper under-self yet receive some sort of heavenly aid? Some sort of aid from a source older than itself, higher and wiser, and more powerful? This aid oft spoken of, and felt as real presence deep within my soul and my spirit and my heart?