Something Else to Think About

by | Mar 7, 2021 | Philosophy

We think about the dishes
That must be done again
Of dusting and the laundry
Or children, spouse and kin

We think about the price of gas
And the need to wax the floor
We cogitate the wrongs been done
And think to even out the score

We think about the meal to come
Or what there is to eat
Our mind is ever busy
Even when asleep

A world full of distractions
And conditions to be met
Doesn’t allow for down-time
We must take what we can get

Work and moneys in there somewhere
For some, it brings concern
When it’s rare or absent
And of deadlines newly learned

We think about the crime rate
And evaluate the crime
But seldom do we think about
The equation of the mind

We discount the part we play
In keeping things the same
Looking all around us
Find something else to blame

We see how the mind plays a part
In decisions that we make’
Like paying bills or getting drunk
While knowing what’s at stake

Those thoughts are quite personal
And the choices made are clear
But what of thought about the world
That has us live in fear?

Consequences are apparent
When it’s me and mine involved
But harder yet to contemplate
With world issues unresolved

How is it that we lock in place
Affecting everything we see
By what the mind accepts as true
The price we pay to be

Epistemology tells us
There’s a limit to what we know
Yet when you look at patterns
Conclusions start to grow

Convincing enough people
That an action needs be taken
Sometimes in retrospect
Shows it was mistaken

Hitler, for example
Exterminating Jews
Found his people cocked and ready
For the actions he chose to choose

The aqueducts of Egypt
All neatly lined with lead
Found no opposition
The culture made its bed

Quantum Physics tells us
Metaphysics is involved
Qualitative changes happen
With each problem being solved

The brain, it has two hemispheres
They say”(*1) “ Wasn’t always so”
A problem brought solutions
It was for the Gods to know!

(*1) It was in one of the Philosophy Courses from Great Courses, it speaks
of how our brain differs from our early ancestors.

Linda Brady

Linda Brady

Grandma Linda is a squigily peg in a square hole. Her poetry is aimed at moving the world to love, unity and perfect margaritas. And after years of perfecting the art, she has the skill to paint a better world and make it so.

When she is not serving customers, gazing at rocks, or visiting her grandchildren Linda is writing poetry. And even during all the above activities she has been known to write still.

– Zackary (self proclaimed “Favorite Grandson”)