she said
we come from the light

but I say 
we are molded from mud
and that explains
all our stupidities

we're pretty smart for beasts
but locusts perish

in rat city
it's dog eat dog

and whether we wake
or not
matters
only a jot
cause it's all
already accomplished

God is evolved
mud into mind
mind into spirit
worlds without end

we are vouched safe
in a flower



[commentary]
"... and that all our stupidities
the tyrants option
why we can't even walk camels

we're pretty bright for beasts..."



the tyrants option

On Koshimo island
where the hundredth monkey was said to occur
(but didn't!)
a niece of the monkey who first washed the yams
started taking rice from the beach down to the water
throwing it on the water so the sand fell away
and scooping up the cleaned grained

Again, as with washing the yams, 
some young females and juveniles of both sexes
imitated and learned the new technology

but adult males exercised "the tyrant's option"
They would wait for a female or youth to wash the rice
and then just go and take it

As "Parliament" say in Chocolate City: 
"to each his reach"

the tyrant's option




Walking camels (or the eight match stick problem)

There are these two camel trains 
(two strings of four matches)
[image]
that meet on a narrow mountain ledge
with one space between them

these camels can't (or won't) go backwards
but they can jump one camel
[image}

so you set up the puzzle for someone
and show them quickly how it is done
(it takes just seven moves to solve it 
and its as easy as naughts and crosses
{tic tac toe})
but
people can't do it
they get to the critical move
and blindly
compulsively
make the same wrong move again and again
even though (once you can see!)
the moves, right and wrong,
are obvious

it seems that our brains
are wired all wrong

and I find this fascinating

why we can't even walk camels




  
 
    
 
      
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