Forget the meek. The dead have inherited the earth. They are the new breed—the planet’s new dominant species. They rule at the top of the food chain.
Back in the day, there was a rap song I used to like. The lyrics said, “Evolve or Die.” That line has taken on a new meaning for me. In order to survive, a species has to evolve. We did it when we came out of the ocean, and we did it again when we came down from the trees.
Survival instinct is a motherfucker.
But evolution is even worse.
And if we have to evolve to survive, then maybe I’ll just open the door.
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