Nice poem, Bob. I saw a dead coyote in a ditch recently. Could it have been as recently as this morning, when I was leaving the church parking lot at 6:00 a.m. with the Puerto Rican ladies? I think perhaps it was, and the dead coyote was next to the bamboo forest on the right.
Died of stupid.
The coyote was probably texting.
Stupid is the kind of condition that sticks with you until it wears down your luck. It's pernicious.
One of the things that troubles me is that as a species, we have pretty much dealt with most of the predators that could formerly help us evolve better reflexes and more acute senses. This meant that we had to develop our own predators and so we did. We developed human predators to chase down the weak-minded and gullible.
This has apparently not been enough. We have been growing stupid faster than we have been able to weed out the bad genes.
Of necessity, Mother Nature has released yet another potion of maturation; you can now see otherwise apparently able people wandering around in a confused daze while staring at an animated plastic talisman. They then get into the most perplexing difficulties as if they had not a brain in their head. The rule seems to be the smarter the phone the dumber the user.
Could it be that these things are like virtual incubi and succubi to drain the spirit and will of the gullible? These are not the smarts you're looking for!