Sweet Christ, after 40 minutes watching PBS’ Nature, I logically wonder why I operate under the presumption that should I wish, so should I be granted, a long life. The predator-prey equation, survival of the fittest metaphor that comprises the subject of PBS’ Nature series mocks my assumed options.
Creatures dart between wakefulness and slumber on the tortured string of a violin. They are the earth’s true grace.
Fuck me.
Indeed. Fuck us all.