Id for ideas? (no Freud at all)

Do ideas excite you?
Do they drive you
like a bullock whip
Or pull you
Like a magnet?

Are ideas internal
Possessing intrinsic
effervescence, velocity?,
Personal vectors
Of being and doing?

Are they social fodder
For connection
And contestation,
Lubricants of the day to day.
Are we ideational men and women?

Are ideas higher or more
Than other things?
More vital, noble, profound,
Unadulterated or distilled,
Disconnected?

What are ideas anyway?,
If anything at all,
What do they touch?
Where do they fit?
And what are they not?

Ideas are not deities,
(But maybe vice versa),
Nor material or palpable things,
Like viscera
And stock options.

They could be science,
After our knowledge alembic,
But may be more aesthetic,
Like bird's songs,
Possessing singular transience.

Ideas are probably relations,
By virtue of binding,
And almost definitely information,
Bits, that is, guiding
For instance, geese to migration.

Ideas might be
more like instruments than songs
For a role in achieving.
Or perhaps ideals
Infinitely reaching.

But do ideas excite you?
Or does some other thing?
Baser and simpler
Impulses and incentives,
With which we're all familiar.

Money is motivating,
Profane and material.
But without nutrition,
Vacuously instrumental,
For what, for what?

Maybe hedonism helps,
Ideas with directives:
All voluptuous things.
But lamentably tempered
by treadmills and falling returns.

We'd shelter in
Basic needs satisfaction
If it weren't so human
To want more and higher
Forms of gratification.

What then are these more-wanting
and demeaning returns,
If not ideas as natural laws?,
However contingent and uncovering,
Are ideas also governing?

Whatever it is they are or do,
Do ideas excite you?
Are you even excited?
I won't blame you
If you're not.