with enough writing material
at your disposal,
you end up playing at a metaphor for
the children's game of hide & seek.
the beauty of writing is that
whatever you write, it still leaves
everyone else: being busy.
koala busy though?
panda busy? probably not.
   we never managed to imitate
true mammals... insects? we've got
that covered until the next meteor.
and no, that leaves us without
the dinosaur nighttime story to
care for;
i'd swear monkeys don't live
on the savannah but in thick jungle...
  what were the benefits of shedding
fur? a haircut?
    i'm still trying to consolidate
Darwinism in Platonism...
           i can see the Aristotelian
incremental +, but beyond what's already
idyllic and has to be disturbed...
never seen a monkey molester
and other akin to Hinduism's arguments...
and without any negativism,
my voice is already speaking into a shadow
rather than on a stage and into a crowd;
over and over again...
surrounded by very finite expressions of
truth, e.g. water boils at 100ºC...
    there is nothing worthwhile the daily
life that needs a Darwinistic foundation...
       i just see Darwinism as the emergence of
24h news and a loss of faith in the media
akin to the loss of faith in parliament:
when Darwinism encountered history
after arguing theology down to the point
of, well... um: mongolian harmonica?