Becoming Conscious

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pendragon-wide
We learn; we grow;
we stretch; we sow
the seeds of wisdom as we go.
We rise; we sleep;
our dreams run deep;
the yield we reap comes slow.
We start; we end;
we learn; we bend;
we cogitate and then pretend
to know what we don’t know.
One day perhaps we’ll grasp the mystery
of our sublime genetic history;
maybe then we’ll learn that we can take it slow.

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