Because we’ve neglected to get better, isn’t our generation far worse than its predecessors? It’s surely not survival of the fittest driving humankind’s existence like a bodybuilding, cross-fit marathon without end. No, buff bodies and battle-ax minds are often the first casualties of wars, diseases, and famines. Bright flames make the biggest targets.
I dare say the pillaging of politeness, amidst the crumbling of civility illuminates that the most frivolous specimens of our species procreate at the highest numbers. I prefer keeping in mind, even the possibility, that existence has its own reason for being. Time, a toilet paper, unwound with glee. Yes, it appears the most preposterous humanoids are those destined to thrive. Have we not wadded each other in waste, only to later discover the sacred commodity of each and every square? In the end, it’s always been, survival of the silliest.
Merril is hosting d’Verse’s Prosery night, inspiring us with a quote from Polish Nobel Laureate Wisława Szymborska’s poem, “Possibilities.” 144 words exactly (now). Join us!
“I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being.”