An Insect Reflects

[Tanner]

My kind were here
Long before the talking stalks
Walked on the African savannah

480 million years ago
I came into being and evolved
With mosses and liverworts

They gave us breath
But now habitat destruction threatens
Us all listen carefully

To my song from ancient times
I have made a plaintive
Thrumming and rhythmic music

My consciousness
Knows I will inherit the earth
This is poetic justice

[Johntee]

The Dark Mirror. From the end we send James Webb to Lagrange
Point 2. An autopsy looking back at how things began.
Some philosophers of science
suggest that the development
of intelligence is inevitable
so that the universe
may know itself.
It's just not us

[The second]

at what point do we become pilgrims after leaving the womb?