Mulch

Is consciousness overrated?

If early programmers coped with a room of data
that now rests upon my pinkie nail,
data so simple,
firing ones and zeros
with less complexity than a student calculator,
it could easily be equated to a simple animal,
a star or jelly fish
maybe.
Then,
let's say,
for the matter of topical fallacies,
the tetradecagon processors of tomorrow
are nearer our own cognizance,
programs shadowing programs,
platforms, flashes and bios operators.

((I suppose fungi, weeds n trees
would then be an abacus,
controlled, or rather,
driven, by external forces...

Inert matter -and beyond the atom,
though complementary-
contains reactions to phenomenon
with cause, as much in stillness, as cessation.

‘Higher beings’,
mere produce of the fruits;
the patient recluse of existence.))

Driven by stimuli,
the trend of consciousness,
like global warming,
will eschew great or greater conquests.

Conscious decisiveness,
of we chemical bogs,
our opposable thumbs,
the horns,
the sticky tongues...
There is only instinct regarding what befalls our lives,
lemons or thorns,
apples or worms...
Consciousness aside, what matters? Who (or what) survives?