THE END OF MIND
for Nicholas Maxwell
However it arrived, we have a mind,
Perhaps derived from matter turned organic,
Perhaps the source of everything designed—
A local pond or something oceanic.
The larger question now is what to do
With our mentality, no matter whence
It came, to widen and refine its view,
To lift and lighten up what now is dense.
The transformation of our consciousness
Is the imperative confronting us,
Whose sciences have made a wretched mess
Unleashing forces truly monstrous.
Intelligence itself is not our end;
But wisdom, on which all of us depend.