We are stupid.
We are stupid. We are done with feeling stupid about stupid things. We insist that we can put them out of our heads, as though our heads were some suitcase we could choose what items to pack or unpack, what items to carry on or stow away, unpressurized, as though our minds were well filed, orderly, hanging swaying with the weight of paperwork in triplicate, the flowcharts of our every reaction and justification. But telling ourselves we are done with being stupid is about as smart as all the stuff we are trying to stop doing, the stupidity is par for the humanity course, the thing we have not learned is how not to call it stupid any longer, how to evolve past stupid toward some sort of stupid oneness with the universe. It's stupid.