Intellect is little more than tiny rocks.

Intellect is little more,
Than tiny rocks.
We collect them in our shoes,
We remove them when,
We find them unfit.
We pick and choose,
Our knowledge is groomed.
It is biased,
And it is ugly.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
We all fall into that trap,
But perhaps that is the point?

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