the slimy oozings from a cavern's ceiling making its way to the cold rocky ground below in the darkness will become something great only to fall from the pedestal in due time. A slight breeze between the rubble picks up trace elements and carries it to the creatures. The ingestion and metabolism of "pre-man" will become the fecal matter of yesterday.
A tree will grow through the muck and bear fruit and seed. Somewhere a bird flies hungrily and sees the shiny, red, fallen apples and relishes the sweet pulpy flesh as it picks what it can including seed pods. Once again that humanity will be shat out into the ocean's salty tears. Perchance for a waterfriend to consume and be caught in by a bear at the shore and later piled into more filth and muck that a rat or owl will gravitate to. And eventually that which will create man.
We hold ourselves in such high esteem and seem to think there is no barrier between the filth we were and the filth we are. Life begets life and we are no more civilized than the next evolutionary spectacle ready to usurp our seat.
I will not be around to see the devolution of mankind. But I smile sweet sardonic grins on what it will be to be the enlightened soul who does not bear witness to and suddenly realizes they are the lowest species on the evolutionary food chain of the universe.
Just some random food for thought...~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.
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