muddied waters

(written on 1/13/07

Those who pry open skulls to study brainwerk for a living say that humans have three brains: primate, reptile, and vertebrate. Like the story told by evolutionists from their reading of fossils found in layer upon layer of sedimentary rock, our three brains layer one on another. The difference between the analogous stories based on preserved evidence of evolution is the startling fact that our reptile and vertebrate brains are still very much alive and continue to work today much as they did when they emerged in ancestor species.

This bit of neuroscience prompted the following meditation on the effect of being layer-brained, evolutionary beings.)

 

The alligators we are too

don’t dine with glib friends on sushi

or cut stones to mount cathedrals of self.

 

The same cells that stem

to kisses and whispers

while wandering in moonlight

also stem to panic and glut

trailing a rapine roughage.

 

Kermit (the Frog) knew the difficulties of being green

when alligators muddy the water.

making the world safe…

(written on 12/14/06)

 

For most of us to swat flies dead

is easy, even agreeably so.

It’s their annoying sameness and insignificant smallness

and lack of intelligence not to know not to bother us.

Were flies the size of rhinoceroses, however,

who could look you in the eye

and tell you to go to hell

if you didn’t pass the potatoes,

would squashing them be so easy?

 

Would we Americans, the victorian crème*

of the victorious species homo sapiens,

find a way to make the world safe

(you know what the euphemism means)

from such an inhuman breed of

large, menacing, and unreasonable flies?

 

*(Yes, but neither Rome, nor Britain had soccer moms!)