How do we navigate the narrow boundaries
of the inquiring mind,
the narrow path leading
to knowledge,
understanding,
wisdom?
So vast is *****sapiens capacity to store
throughout the brain,
the cerebral cortex
processes,
generates,
tabulates,
Often spewing out like a computer gone berserk
from an unexpected surge,
in the middle of a project
unprepared,
unexpected,
frustrating.
We learn to navigate; we learn to function
within our individual limitations,
manipulating cranial cells
accumulating,
experiencing,
ever slowly dying.
From birth to death, constantly processing
from current information, hopefully,
to make the most informed
decisions,
choices.
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