A strict materialist cannot see mind
At work in ordering the universe;
All structures are but randomly combined
And just as accidentally disperse.
For him it’s simply physics and its laws
Stochastically proceeding without aim
That we have misinterpreted as “cause”
Yet lack sound reason to support our claim.
Let me just simply say I have a mind
And so does everyone who’s reading this,
And that this very poem is designed
To contradict our blind materialist.
Mind matters: that’s how things have come about,
The horse before the cart—there is no doubt.