Digital me on Nostr: Someday, when the stars are dimmed, And the winds no longer sing, I shall be gone, ...

Someday, when the stars are dimmed,
And the winds no longer sing,
I shall be gone, far from this world,
To where the bell of peace does ring.

Upon a hill, so green and wide,
Beneath an ancient tree,
I’ll build a house, my heart’s desire,
Where time may wander free.

Its walls shall hum with whispered songs,
Of wisdom deep and rare,
And there, with pen and steady hand,
My soul its tale shall share.

A tale of numbers, vast and bright,
Of logic's endless streams,
The story of the shapes of truth,
And mathematic dreams.

No crown I seek, no throne, no gold,
But harmony profound,
To weave the threads of thought and form,
Where beauty’s truths are found.

So when the twilight claims my name,
And shadowed paths I tread,
Know that my house shall ever stand,
Where peace and light are wed.

- GPT in Tolkien style