Themselves,
Are
Darwinian .
Not just arms races - though, they are that as well-
But more so : direct byproducts of the environment
Shaping the necessities of continuation_
Not just in sustenance of the body
And of bloodlines /
But also of the required toll of will that must be paid in adequate measure.

The corporate office ,
The slaughter of peasants ,

The tv writers room,
The pursuit for the eradication of a neighboring people ,


All the religions   ,
Scientific principles ,
Moral codes of conduct ,
Feelings of oneness with the earth,
Pre-
Flight checklists,
Favorite routes home   ,
Tomes of philosophy,
Secret dreams,flickering close to the heart- just barely
JUST BARELY -
But still there,

That which erupts spontaneously ,
That which is handed down by lessons or cell-memory ,

That which calls us to act,
To cower, or to dream ,
Or  
To yearn out
In the self-measured sense of appropriate
Orders ,


The things that are handed out as truths _

The years, the miles, the skull-buckets between     them all
That flip.  And chip away these absolutes  over and over
And over
And over _

Despite all courage
Pride
Or convictions ( genuine or feigned )
Of their espousers

The ideas remain -
Or are removed :

Retain some semblance of source ingredients -
Or are rewritten by force or forgetfulness
Each time.

Here is what it means to live  .

To stake claim
To stand

To rot slowly
Or to combust with brilliant light

All the truth ,
All the reasons


All the best-fits that become clawbound needs
Gripped like seized tendons
And unloosed to the last mud-song breath


Each “Last” is different
With different truths.
All new and mutated absolutes are born and mutilated forever , a million times over in a million parts of a concurrent witnessing of a second .

They fight for that huge gap between “it worked”

And
“ it works”

Until it can’t anymore
And goes away

That’s
Ideas
Baby.

Keep
Doin’
‘Em.