In the younger boyhood days of the solar system, we were totally hot. Millions of H2O/HDO filled comets threw their weights around the solar place, knocking on the doors of earth and ringing our bells- bringing celestial oceans with them. This process schooled and cooled the world right off the bat, which allowed for life to figure itself out. In the super-heated volcanic mud holes, we got off to a fine start. Constant re-sorting of the temperature and environment gave us gills, gave us scales, gave us arms and legs and teeth and made us hungry for lots more. Changes put feathers on our skin, which turned into hairs. It got pretty warm again, so we lost the hairs. Then it was real real cold, so we cut the hairs off of those who still had them and made coats to keep our little naked bodies from freezing. Bridges of land uncovered in warmer years of thaw brought us to better, more cozy and hospitable places. Eventually got sort of smart and built us some boats to take us there, and even some airplanes. We traveled across dried sea beds and watered-down hills , had odd jobs around town, settled-down out west somewheres. There might have been some earthquakes to remind us of how fucked we are along the way. Then we made kids. Kids made songs. Songs made kids adults, and music put us back on that most northern bridge of unfozen earth, as if built like alaska . Expect to get squashed by Asteroid 1950 DA sometime around 2880.
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