A small mind
trying to climb
on some big idea.
Surmountable,
if not understandable.
I’ve reached a place
of repetition,
where I’m just thinking
the same thoughts
again
and again
and again.
Maybe this is all
I’ll ever know,
ever understand,
or only what I can communicate.
Living is a pantheon
of miseries.
A couple smiles
and one or two things
you’re willing to die for.
Such is the life of mortal man;
not so much vain struggling,
as it is
a noble function
of pain and adaptation,
need and circumstance,
luck and dopamine.
So how does one
insignificant being
have the plumb audacity
to try to think outside
and understand beyond
experience or station?
A quantum computer,
a lightning rod,
held up
into a clear, blue sky.
How did we discover
we can call the lightning?
How did we get to the moon?
How did we figure it all out?
Small minds
with an undying curiosity,
asking inappropriate questions,
mistaking chance for knowledge,
but never stopping.
I’m sure we will learn
what we need to know,
for today’s answers
beget tomorrow’s questions.
Awake.
Take in the information.
Make a decision.
Act it out.
We’re gonna be wrong,
running on luck and dopamine,
but a little inspiration
has gone a long way.
HG – 2018
