Another day in the life of thought



What is

What is not

And as thought thinks

That INTELLIGENCE must have a form, a purpose, a design

Its own purpose

Is to structure my mind

Thought knows not what it can’t apprehend

It understands the finite

And not things that have no end

Discontent with accepting things just as they are

It looks over the near, in search of the far

And so as thought must

So thought does

Structuring my life with lofty bricks of beliefs and values

It fates its own end

By empowering my acumen to choose

And finally

When all that is something

Will eventually wither away

Infinite INTELLIGENCE will come my way.

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