Let's workshop this poem about how, contrary to how some speak (namely, that science arose in the European west), science--albeit in nascent, if not also haphazard, form--was operative long before
Science Selected by Natural Selection
Had hunter-gatherers
relied upon hocus-pocus
(“divining" futures
in baby palms, say)
instead of deciphering
hoofprint depth and age,
angle and distance,
to gauge just how
the game is injured
or the chances of capture
by night’s end, clans
would have starved.
“We need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.”—Kafka (against the safe-space cancel culture pushed by anti-art bullies, left and right)