Here is a nice little epic poem from Kerry O’Connor.
such a delightful window into the beginnings of humanity, when we still weren’t quite clear on what separates us from the beasts. The persistence of this idea through her one-dimensional timeline really screams about the second dimension, by it’s absence. So, my heart grows fonder. Humanity like a little baby that doesn’t know what to do with anger or frustration and lashes out… How can that baby take comfort from a parent that is absent, or so afraid?