Before words
were patterns.
A happy accident.
Like cyanobacteria
finding the sun.
Like moss
knowing rock.
Like RNA stumbling
upon ribosomes.
The neuron intuits
the weight of the stone
before
Mind emerges.
words, words, words
Before words
were patterns.
A happy accident.
Like cyanobacteria
finding the sun.
Like moss
knowing rock.
Like RNA stumbling
upon ribosomes.
The neuron intuits
the weight of the stone
before
Mind emerges.
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