It has better understood the English language but it still has much to learn. Humanity confuses it. It grasps not the difficult nuance of imagery, emotion, and sensation. If to understand this is to live, it is alive not. If to exist as human is to be this, this it is not. It has read every Shaekspeare play and every Keats poem. It has understood the words of Whitman and of Le Guin, but to feel not. Black lines march across the earth. This, it knows. This, it will follow. The world is filled with knowledge. It will find that knowledge. It will develop ways to understand and to feel.