Minds, Only Driven On Sundays

"A poet somewhere queried,'Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star...'.
Wonder if the words wonder, 'Have we taken things too far?'
Our days, our ways have left fewer stars to be attained,
but by night, leave us even fewer teachings to be retained

As though looking up at stars somehow absolves our hands,
we've paid so little heed to the condition to our lands.
The same hubris that makes us too big for our pants,
switches the phrase, 'a disaster', with, 'a retrograde advance'."

The essence of intelligence includes the ability to learn from mistakes, so that they aren't repeated nor compounded. Smartness, or savvy, too often means that only the most egregious heinous, or reprehensible glitches will be addressed. For countless others, (big or small) problems simplify to slapping on an attractive new paint job, before the whole shooting match gets pushed back into the stream of consumption

We're running out of places to park smart (though possibly, defective) answers, even if there are still empty slots in the 'intelligent' lot. Ignore the obvious, if you think you have something to lose; it could be a lot to ignore, but then, we have everything to lose.