The Poetry of Evolution

Abstract

The universe is ready, the pulse is strong and steady, the stage is set, a sigh is let, then quietly the first crude forms of man appear. His life was earned through what was learned by multitudes in suffering. This struggle has been won, but another’s just begun to shape itself from apely origin. The first great chore, to re-explore the limits to experience, proceeds with bulges in the brain, but little other variance. This spans a vast expanse of time, to spare man’s mind the rasp of time, to form a firm and finished base on which to build with quicker pace.