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May 29, 2009
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Beatnik Evolutionary Spoonfuls Of Deity
it’s just a spoon
I know baby
a simple tool
ubiquitous enough
to just pick up
and use without
a second thought
but check it baby
this tool you use
so unthinkingly
is in reality
the culmination
of an evolution
intricate enough
to be a dream
become reality
because baby
that’s how it
and all its kind
first started,
with a dream,
a simple sole idea
stealing from
inquisitive mentality
a hundred centuries ago
it might be made of wood
and thus a mind first carved it
into being, shaped into reality
with expertise learned slow
across the centuries
the knowledge of its making
and its form
first handed down
by word of mouth
from one mind to another
long before
we learned such things
as written word
or it might be made of metal momma,
pulled from Mother Earth by men
whose offices are
damp and humid
sweating tunnels
a mile underground
who send the ore
to crush and heat
up to machineries so vast
and intricate
they can take
a lifetime to create
or maybe it’s made of plastic, jack,
refined from liquid pressed
by pressure from the death
of ocean life laid down
ten thousand millennia ago
and sought as precious gold
by almost every nation
of our world
it’s made in billions baby
stamped out
by huge machines
injected molten into
myriad moulds
or turned by lathes
at lightening speeds
but what really blows my mind
is that its a culmination
of simple purest evolution
its curve of handle
and width of bowl
so comfortable
in hand and mouth
made like this
by trial and test
over centuries of use
and you know what baby?
this process shapes
everything we
do and make
change and break
destroy and create
breathe and eat
and defecate:
living life
or lifeless matter
not a single thing
we touch and use
does not evolve
or perish in the trial
so baby
if everything we do
and everything we make
creates a pressure wave
that leaves
an evolutionary wake
who's to say
that the changes that
have made us what we are
and our universe the place it is
are not in turn
the evolutionary wake
of God?
But I know baby:
It’s just a spoon.
— Race_9togo, May 29, 2009
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themoonman
17 years ago
Jim...
Race_9togo
17 years ago
Thanks Richard
infinite_dwarf
17 years ago
Yay, Jim!!
Race_9togo
17 years ago
Thanks Jess
Bosscombat
17 years ago
hey Jim
Race_9togo
17 years ago
Thanks Boss
JoJo
17 years ago
Wow!
Race_9togo
16 years 12 months ago
Thanks Jojo