Wednesday, June 22, 2016
The search for intelligent life by humans
Is a joke, to begin with, for the folly
That we have ignored our companions
Upon this earth
For how we perceive them
By how we are limited and are able to imagine
Rather than how intelligent they are
We will gladly leave this planet
Thinking we've found another Eden
When instead they've been with us
As we have ignored the garden
The entire time
“Consider the ravens: for they neither sow nor reap; which neither have storehouse nor barn; and God feedeth them: how much more are ye better than the fowls?
And which of you with taking thought can add to his stature one cubit?
If ye then be not able to do that thing which is least, why take ye thought for the rest?
Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.”