Evolution has made us this way:
We think it is our intelligence that makes us human,
No,
It is Endurance:
The capability to keep going long after hope has died.
We would hunt so,
Walking, walking, walking,
Until the prey drops dead,
Then we dine.
A horse breaks a leg,
You shoot it.
A man breaks a leg;
Walks within the month.
You cannot keep us down.
The apocalypse is a dream
Because mankind perseveres.
The Singularity is passed and
We live.
Humans are living.
Living,
Organic, changing, chaotic, beautiful.
Living,
Tough, smart, instinctual, hunters.
Living,
Going on no matter what,
To pass on genes but it has become so much more.
Base impulses make humanity who we are,
Not animals despite them,
We are men because of them.
Survival is the end goal of life,
And survival is what makes us us.
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