Without reason,
Without thought
Our species wouldn’t have made it to the Stone Age
But if you try and think your way to answers about everything
You get trapped in a web of your own design
The only way out is to acknowledge that at end
Thought itself is wondrous and defies explanation
And though it is a tool
More vital than anything we make with our hands
As an essential mode of being human
It comes in (distant?!) second to awe
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