Is it intelligent for a stone
To fly in perfect parabolic line
When thrown?

Or is it only elemental persistence
To slide along a track
Of minimum resistance?

Any rock will qualify for this arc,
Be it rough boulder, flying mountain,
Or perhaps, a quark.

There is no secret internal device
Tight guidance demands.
Mass alone will suffice.

The laws are simple confining matters.
Push, pull, resistance or compliance.
No violation. Independence shatters.

The mind, no doubt, is complex.
It plans, dreams, calculates,
And seems uninhibited where law directs.

But its substance conforms to stars or rocks.
Its atoms march, or waltz to equal melodies.
It must defer to gravity and clocks.

And it should, for therein lies utility.
Flee from quotidian events
And court danger, death or futility

One must don the universe as hand to glove.
Its boundaries constrain and support.
We and it are unity. Acceptance is love.