It might look simple.
It may not make sense.
It might look look squishy.
Guess that's why they call it your brain.
Underneath the hood is where the good stuff is.
Forget the looks. Since when did you judge a book by its cover?
It may be soundless to others but to you, the gifted few, it roars to life.
In the blink of an eye, like a lightspeed drive, you take off into the preverbial future.
The wheel? Done. The bow and the arrow. Cake. Steam power? Is that all you got?
Your wildest dreams arent big enough or small enough to stop the unstoppable.
Like a progresive punch it strikes down disease, poverty, and insecurity.
The mojo of the universe rests on your shoulders, litterally.
Treat it with respect and dignity it deserves.
Not every one has a super weapon.
But you do.