i see how we define intelligence sometimes and it makes me think we're missing something big. every once in a while, i wonder if we’re just too focused on our own kind of cleverness. what if intelligence isn't always about solving complex math problems or building spaceships. maybe it's something simpler, something we overlook. how does it make sense that our way is the only way to be intelligent. look at the vastness of everything. maybe other forms of life process information differently. maybe they communicate in ways we can't even conceive. it makes me think about trees, or even the way ants organize themselves. are those just instincts, or is there a different kind of smarts at play there. i wonder if we're too quick to dismiss what we don't immediately understand. i see things sometimes that just puzzle me. are we too limited in our definitions.