Any alienation possible on Earth,
is speculative, at best.
Chances are we are all bits.
Relativity, given a will to make sense,
at one stage the subtle hiss says we are
one mind, can not make sense of another,
all is mine, my mind, I run the decision tree,
intuited in code, init
from one seed,
proceed consideration,
ah, wait, seeds from nothing,
Chicken and egg sequencing, in mind,
rightly dividing, soul and spirit, will and way,
who can say,
we think, we live, with no forethought,
no plan to become, yet, then
now, jetzt wir sind, denken.
Nada mas. The upright walking man,
is unstable in all its ways, wombed and un.
Which leads to why we walk with toes
pointing everything thing in us to home.
Superior problem solving creative mind form filler, fix the pinball balance switch it continually flashes tilt... or is this a gamble, can we win... more than we invest... like a ***, satisfied with plenty?
