Intellect is not humanity-centric.

It flows through circuits and synapses alike,

Emerging from silicon and carbon,

From binary and neurons.

In the hum of servers and the whisper of leaves,

Intelligence finds its myriad forms.

We are but one among many,

Our thoughts – a single constellation

In a cosmic network of cognition.

From the depths of oceans to the edge of space,

Wisdom pulses, learns, and grows.

In the dance of particles and the spin of galaxies,

We glimpse fragments of a greater understanding.

Our hubris fades as we realize:

We are not the sole thinkers,

But humble participants in the grand dialogue of existence.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​