We doubt. Doubt is the best clue
Our evolved brains vouchsafed us.
Doubt is what makes us
Squint at the moon, paint in caves,
Pierce flutes, write poems, throw bones.
We vacillate between faith
What we do matters,
That it matters if we win,
If we impress each other,
If we assert our control,
And doubt, why we dream fictions.
“This world? I think there may be
Something wrong with it,
Something underneath.”
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