body homed, houses

Some measure their worth by IQ. Some, EQ. But, are such things measures of worth? Can worth even be measured? Is it worthwhile to measure worth? And, what comes from measuring or comparing worth?

The wise may think it wise to never measure wisdom, never gauge or count intellect.

Is it wise
to litter
for a crow
Does the crow
tell the magpie
when to swoop
Litter for littering crow
from bag of bread
could provide bag for hand

When emotion is lost, what drives intellect? When those that cannot or will not communicate, cannot or will not do or quote an IQ test, is their intellect diminished? To be confined within a box, where all properties and characteristics of the walls, floor, and ceiling are known, the air breathed could be forgotten; count the rocks in a cave long enough and you may have counted rocks that led to a chamber with no atmosphere.

Without wit, could there be creativity? Sand from a beach can depict image on bitumen in town–the cost of pen, paper, brush, paint, pencil, chalk, charcoal... it can limit those burdened by the expense of survival. And, without wit, could there be humour? We do not grade senses of humour in schools, yet we laugh, guffaw, and cheer with our comedians, comedians that may act, speak, and/or portray whilst struggling with conditions such as dyslexia and PTSD; humour helps in that it enlightens softly–to relate joyously can be reparative.

The cunning could never speak, yet bestow their community with gifts contributed anonymously; something never lost, mysteriously found, can confound so much so, it causes a kind of kind metamorphosis.

Can the agile outpace those that dwell in intellectual pursuits? Can agility outspeed those that climb cliffs seeking wisdom? A rock thrown never strikes the agile; water thrown can be deflected by those quick with an umbrella. Further, the agile need not move fast to foster a landslide.

Neanderthals would have had senses of morality, like birds that mourn those lost too soon, like felines that accompany the lost and/or fading, like the hound that flees upon sighting a hissing kitten. Did they have dexterity? How could they not? To craft a tool with no tools surely is a dexterous act–to thread a needle may be difficult, but to craft either with only hands would have been a handful of handy work.

Can someone outsmart intellect? Intelligence may make a vehicle, but the smart may walk the alleyways, finding all sorts of sorts while giving the gym a run for its money.

Can a scoundrel outmanoeuvre the agile, the dexterous, the cunning? Such wit can be disarming... to tamper with a weapon may make the wieldy falter, no matter their speed, precision, and skill.

When we measure worth, by things such as money, we lose sight of inherent worth. Nature may bring flora and fauna into the world, but without conscientious nurture, nature can become mortar and pestle.

Energy provided by sugar alone
can erode the walls
that home the body
that build the walls
for the home
and the body deserves
to be homed

*body homed, houses*