Higher Thought

My brain is incapable of higher thought. I remain the grunting caveman staring into the fire. My thinking refuses to travel beyond the careful consideration of my bodily functions. My science focuses upon the precise calculations—wind speed, time, distance, pungency, etc.--associated with the dissipation of a fart and the imminent arrival of an approaching friend. Everything I have ever done has required a massive amount of effort and yielded results that would compare unfavorably with those of an average 7th grader. But, despite all of this I manage to sleep in a warm bed and share my meager meals with a cat that sees me as a god able to supply food with a few turns of my thick wrist. My pleasures are small and few so they are to be cherished.