Darwin was wrong,
Only the masculine side of the story was sung,
And it's taking too long,
For our science to recognize,
The pattern behind their eyes,
It's all the same.

The games we play,
To try to escape,
Consensus reality,
Survival of the fittest fallacy,
Competivity and jealousy,
Pushing us forward,
Eating, depleting,
That's all there is for us,
Anxiety disorders.

But there's a transition,
When resources are scarce,
To cooperation,
Cheaper to feed your enemy than to fight it,
It's in evolution,
It's called mutual benefit,
The bacteria in your gut are living it.

Interconnectedness,
Interdependence,
It's no revelation,
That without our relations,
We are nothing.

We are the tips of the tendrils of the void,
Growing and branching with each quantum collapse of the conscious moment,
Interacting in an infinitely complex entangled network.

A symphony of strings.

The mother of all organisms.