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I Am Primate


Chimpanzees are self-aware and can anticipate the impact of their actions on the environment around them, an ability once thought to be uniquely human, according to a study released Wednesday.

The findings, reported in the Proceedings of the Royal Society B, challenge assumptions about the boundary between human and non-human, and shed light on the evolutionary origins of consciousness, the researchers said.

Earlier research had demonstrated the capacity of several species of primates, as well as dolphins, to recognize themselves in a mirror, suggesting a fairly sophisticated sense of self. (More at Discovery News...)

I am primate!
My footprint shrinks as my mind expands without the consent of my opposing thumbs. A most welcome relent.

I am primate!
My love for you and you and you and they and we and the multitude of spirit dancing under Love’s ovation comes with an unspoken certainty.

I am primate!
A strobe light of perception, the sun’s on hold with my affection calling for Love’s fervent reception and the Great Grandmother’s conception of life’s incredible misdirection.

I am primate!
The Grandmother’s singular nature, my music lesson upon the mantle, shared tides shaping an unknown likeness behind my mask, ready in spite of me, animal and Love known to my stride.

I am primate!
O! The Mother! The audacity of my nakedness inside my thread barren words. Yes, truth! Yes, kinship! Yes, love! It's the dance I’ve been preparing for, a oneness upon a selfless stage.


© 2011 by mark prime



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