Four hundred million years ago, my ancestors pioneered these shores, crawling up from the ancestral salt of the ocean to test the land. We were the first.
Before us, the land was still, moving only at the pace of the algae, the moss, the fern. My people ruled them all, and the edges of the waters as well.
We broke this land, and after four hundred million years of shuffling and scurrying and watching the rise and fall of others, you, mammal, take hold of me with your opposable digits, pick me up helpless.
But, I think I will be here when you are gone.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Birthright
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"Questions"
Holding my new find in my hands for the press, who just can't wait to ask their questions, I am asking my own. Is this creature, this thing that I found, is it a throw back to a previous epoch? Did it's ancestors become food for a dinasour? Or is this what will come next? Is this the next evoluion of life on this planet? Did it come from millions of years ago, or is it what will remain after millions of years?
But mostly I am asking, what am I doing?
"This, island contestants, is your safety idol. Whatever team wins it gets to stay on the island for another week. You get to stay and forage for food and clean drinking water. You get to stay here and reek body odor. You will have another week of bickering and back stabbing. Another chance to win the million.
"But, the team that wins the safety idol has to sleep with it. And, it could attack you at any moment. It could rip off your flesh.
"That's the chance you take. A shot at the million dollars, or a trip to intensive care.
"Alright, let's start the challenge. Who's going to win?"
"Birthright"
Four hundred million years ago, my ancestors pioneered these shores, crawling up from the ancestral salt of the ocean to test the land. We were the first.
Before us, the land was still, moving only at the pace of the algae, the moss, the fern. My people ruled them all, and the edges of the waters as well.
We broke this land, and after four hundred million years of shuffling and scurrying and watching the rise and fall of others, you, mammal, take hold of me with your opposable digits, pick me up helpless.
But, I think I will be here when you are gone.
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