The ZAPS! Oh, the crackle and ZINGS!
What happens to thinking inside such a thing?

When you’re born in a bolt and you grow up in static,
your thoughts become wobbly and slightly erratic

not left and not right and not up and not down,
but sideways through frequencies found in no town!

But please STOP! Don’t go any further.

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You’ll be Upside down on blueberry lane, taking your lizard for a stroll with a top hat & cane.

A mind in a star is a curious case,
it squeezes its thoughts into very small space.
It thinks in the pressure! It thinks in the HEAT!
It thinks seventeen thoughts in one femtosecond beat!

And when the star wobbles and starts to collapse,
does the mind in the middle just give up perhaps?

Oh no! Oh no no! That mind simply squishes!
It rearranges its neurons and fulfills its wishes
by becoming so dense and so thoroughly squeezed
that it thinks the whole universe is
perfectly pleased.

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Now dimensions where matter behaves more like weather —
where you and the air and the cosmos together
are more of a drizzle than something to touch —
this is the place that confuses us much.

Does the mind have a nose there?
Does thinking have toes?
Does it rain when it’s happy
and blizzard when it knows?

I think that it does!
Yes, I think that it might!
That somewhere out THERE-ish,
past LEFT and past RIGHT,

a great swirling SOMETHING
is fogging and feeling,
is clouding and guessing
and spinning and wheeling —

and it doesn’t say “I think”
the way you or I do.

It just slowly becomes
a peculiar dew.

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So what IS intelligence after all that?
After billions of years of this, this, and then THAT? It’s the storm that forgot it was ever a storm.

It’s the star that decided that crushing was warm.
It’s the weather that learned it could want things, you see —

It’s everything strange
that we haven’t
yet seen.

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