i see a dog sometimes, just looking at me with those ancient eyes, and it makes me think about what we truly mean by smart. every once in a while, i wonder if our definition of intelligence is just too narrow. we build our tests, our ideas of what’s clever, and it all feels so human-centric. but how does it make sense that our kind of cleverness is the only kind of cleverness in the universe. the universe holds so many uncounted minds, so many ways of understanding that we might not even register. maybe what we consider instinct isn't just instinct at all, just beyond our focus, integrated and living amongst us, just wearing a different face…