What does it mean that we can fuss
over protons being two places at once
when millions are starving and homeless?
Has our brainpower overshot its mark?
We could speak of kinship preferences
if we were taking care of our own
but I include myself among those who
worry about how trees can hear.
Or spend time wondering if the protons
who don’t do their thing if observed
would behave the same stubborn way
if the observer were a dog or baboon.
Could our brains be too big for our britches?
(Going through old papers–don’t know if this has been posted or not).
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