The light has gone and I am cold!

Not a thing can be seen, but I am not alone!

I need only one thing.

I will use what is beneath me, for it is all I have.

    How did mankind haul itself from the depths of the maternal muck, soft embryos clambering into a world already inhabited by beasts, equipped with neither claws nor shells?

Man nearly picked from the rocks!

    Where striped hides protect in the tall grasses, in what is a pure, but most unforgiving contest, the ingenious and decisive mind, defining characteristic of mankind, is continuously altering the contest with each upright step.  Once spines were straightened, there was a great shift in the operating order of the planet, not due to gravitational effects, but to a new and unique pair of tracks.  Creatures need habitats, but this new one plods the wilds itself has engineered and has no use for camouflage.    

The switches have been thrown!

    Once the muck had been shaken off, opposable thumbs twitched to life, kissing each comrade.  When bare hands first clutched stone as an extension lifted with definite purpose, the two kingdoms separated, and foundries roared soon thereafter.  However, the lone code of all species remains strict.  Mankind, too, needs to lick its wounds. 

Man grows a second head!

    Mankind repairs its biological body, for an alternative is a rare talent.   Now that the hand-cranked bone saw has been retired to the museum, its species longevity can be manipulated.  If it has stalked passed predators and their prey, “operating order of the planet” is, then, most belittling.  Has it completed a full circle of development and now sits dominantly upon its throne atop the planet?  Has Mother nurtured the perfect child?  A conundrum swims in its juvenile bloodstream.  

A paradoxical parasite with very fresh breath!

    Is the reliability of the chipped flint being repeatedly and vigorously rubbed dull by the electric toothbrush?  Mouths are drooling and teeth are ready, ravenous for the next marvel, the plastic bits from the previous model still hanging from gums.  Is mankind the pusher-engineer of its own dependency, ignoring the fine print about side effects?  Has the ingenious and decisive mind reversed on its host, which is now being degraded by the very element that propelled it to its current status, and conversely, will the mind atrophy if extensions make obsolete the need for the simplest figuring?  When does productivity mutate into decadent convenience, and a healthy standard of living bloat and congeal? Will spines begin to bend and flesh soften, while all tracks plod back toward the dark cold? 

 

Has mankind lethargically turned around to face its tail?

Who or what is coming next?