It used to annoy me that we “greedy bastards” have won throughout history, write our own accounts hiding the perfidy of our ways, and instruct our progeny in the righteousness of moral superiority. Now, I recognize that that’s life for big-brained apes who have had little choice in the matter given our elemental anxieties but to inflate a most delusional projection of ourselves as nature’s conquistadors; I see now, too, that our biological bubble as a species is as prone to bursting as is any bubble of personal fancy.
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