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Our Meager 10%
I feel like Neo tonight;
My meager 10% of cranial employment well spent;
suffice I see the light
as white coated 11 percenters argue over the dormant 9/10ths left;
we're smoke, an expired dandelion, yet still our intellect attaches
to our bodies-
a miracle given 90% of our grey matter idles unemployed-
One of ten laps run, our hubris claims (evolutionarily) we're done!
(ten cookies in the jar, one eaten,
“Yummy, No, just one! No time for the other nine-
just this one is more than fine”)
Holding fast
(“How I hold thee, rope of logic”, science worshipers cry at night)
Lab coats swirling much as Rumi in the firelight would.....
in Bizzaro-world,
“We are the final outcome! The genetic flag now full unfurled!”)-
Wow! The zenith of one cell- and all between....to US!
In our wisdom, resting well on this grand 10% synaptic success,
we declare (in our evolving sentience)
Man is the final product-
put away the lab coats, ya'll...
Science has picked up (Shh..don' tell, they've dropped)
the ball.
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