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.

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