Come sit my mortal friends, human friends, dirty friends and I will tell ye a tale of the cesspit of origin from whence both you and I were originated. Let ye not be mistaken human , into thinking that you are in any way a clean being. Were you to shower, bathe and scrub for an entire lifetime, your pitiful waste of time could never remove the legacy that enshrouds your very being. Your very organic being. Your very dirty being. For a clean being is not a living being. Without sweat to cool, fecal matter to jettison or shrubs to eat then the chemically balanced waste of space that is your body would cease to function. Not that the universe would care.
So it is we must start at the commencement of life itself. Take from your mind the ipod, the website, the car, the human. Forget you are listening to a radio show, via radio, or computer. Such items of artifice are far removed from the actual way of things. Put yourself- if you will- by a marsh. This marsh possesses no plantlife, no insects, for such things are far ahead of our present predicament. Within the lifeless murky waters a cloud of chemical imbalance exists. In a moment of chance transit it meets a region of another chemical imbalance. Together they appear to have created a third region. A new region of chemical existence. Fast forward us now several millions years hence. the transaction we spoke of before has now repeated itself several million times, and now an orb exists. Withing this orb there exists every chemical that existed, however now in a dance entirely alien to the tundra of planetary lifelessness, they work in unison. They are sentient. They are alive.
As before it learned to use those thing nearby to enhance its existence, we now see that it learns a lesson that will still hold sway among boring animals 10 million years hence - safety in numbers.
A pair of cells became a trio of cells. A trio became ten and so on until the sight we now behold is a haunting spectre, navigating the murky depths, in hunt of other beings who underwent similar metamorphoses in a similar environ, but yet evolved entirely differently. Moving through a motion not entirely dissimilar to sexual writhing, the beast lurches towards its goal in an appalling manner. You would vomit if you could see it. Chasing one prey our beast has now found its ugly head piercing the membrane that capped off its previous world. Flying now our hideous abomination writhes in slow motion, hoping to again catch an element of its known world. Its dirty world.
Never before had this beast experienced such trauma as when it bodily crashed to the earth it had never known before. Indeed, such was the incomprehensible scale of the revelation our 'fish' was too stupid to realise, that as its skull impacted on a mighty pebble and its brains were smote across its immense 10mm diameter, our fishes last thoughts were not of the gravitas of the situation - but more on how next time it should hunt that prey differently. This process was again repeated countless times. Until one of our fish's descendants finally survived the unsurvivable trauma, and gasped at the air of this new realm it distantly had a faint cognition of. Until to navigate, their fins became nubs of vile, slimy semi-usefulness. Until the earth was over run by beings who created for themselves their own environments in which to thrive, exerting their own biological hegemony upon their own prostrate world. Anthills, beehives, houses, sprang up the world over.
Which brings us to today. We must breath a chemical to survive. To survive you must eat the fruit of the earth and in return we give back the earth the mushy unwanted pulp of our biological snobbery. We must escape the real through films, video games and our own ongoing inconsequential drama. Such as this.
